Marvel at the exceptional dullness of my internal life.
Gasp as the enervating details of my very least interesting dreams unfold before your very eyes.
Welcome. Prepare to be amazed.
Last night I dreamed I was writing someones name on a gift tag with the only writing instrument available, which was a spent match from a paper matchbook.
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I recently dreamt that I was the recipient of a gift of Denby crockery. Unfortunately it was mismatched, but I was pleased nevertheless.
1 comments:
I recently dreamt that I was the recipient of a gift of Denby crockery. Unfortunately it was mismatched, but I was pleased nevertheless.
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