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Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Mr. Brain goes south

Posted on Wed, Jan 18, 2012 at 11:15 AM

It's ten years since our year & a half, wickedly naughty and completely rule breaking affair ended. Affairs don't tend to end well and ours was no exception. Still, from another country, you called me at my office today to say that you still love me and that I'm not really the monster you've been making me out to be... at every opportunity, apparently. Well, I still love you, too, or that ideal image I have of you occasionally. Believe me when I say that I prefer to remember 'us' through rose coloured glasses, but usually I just remember how many people we hurt and that is nothing to brag about.

And that's why I'm here writing this bitch. I'm amazed that Mr. Brain wants to take a vacation down south every time I think of you. Still! Damn biology and damn brain that checks out every time you come near... exactly when it should be working overtime to stay the hell away from you.

I'm going outside to chop some wood (and not the so-to-speak kind either). Hell, I have a family and so do you! —Dumb-Ass Once is Enough

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