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A Girl I Dreamt Up
http://agirlidreamtup.blogspot.com/
When I was little i used to imagine what i'd be like when I grew up. As time went on those ideas developed and I formed some specific dreams and ambitions. Some things have worked out just as planned, others, I'm still working on... This blog is the place I come to purge. Relationships, work, sadness and happiness. A record of thoughts and memories. Sometimes emotional, funny, happy, sometimes sexual, dark, sad. But all real.
- Added on: Sep 22nd, 2008
- Country: United Kingdom
- Language: English
- Author: Wendy Juniper
- Listed in: Relationships Personal
- Tags: relationships happy memories boyfriend sad emotional
Recent Posts
And it was New York
The things I saw and learned and fell in love with in New York...the sounds of the taxis, the beeps echoing through the canyons of high rise tower blocks, the clicking sound the ticket machine makes as they zoom by you, ...
Found
Haven't felt the urge to blog for some time. Last time I posted I was in an odd state of dreamlike blankness. Not in shock but almost numb to emotions, floating along in a placid lobotomised serenity. I hardly cried at all. Only when I spoke to him o...
Overwhelm
I know I've been very quiet recently. To be honest, I've felt like I'm waiting for something to change. Waking up every day hoping I'll have a change of heart. But I haven't. I almost feel blank, lobotomised. Like I don't want to go there; I just w...
Revisit
Weeks ago now I was flicking through papers on the desk in my office and I see all the articles I printed out for him to read and the letter I wrote. It looks like something's been spilt on it. Oh no, wait, it's tears ... Oh my heart, to think of my ...
LUST
I've been going on and on about them since I saw them on Tuesday (sorry Twitter and Facebook friends) but I'm sorry, HOW sexy is Caleb? And I don't mean that in a school girl, 'isn't he cute?' kind of asexual way. I have been having full on fantasies...
Revisit
Weeks ago now I'm flicking through papers on the desk and see all the articles I printed out for him to read and the letter I wrote. It looks like something's been spilt on it. Oh no, wait, it's tears ... Oh my heart, to think of my darling in pain i...
