I dreamt that I went to see Alan and Anne. They lived in a really large city (maybe New York, maybe San Fransisco) They had five kids, and one of their girls sat next to me on the couch and said Lynn, Lynn, and Lynn.... because her name was Lynn and so was her sisters. HA HA HA! Then I put my arm around the the little girl and Alan and were stroking their hair. Anne notice I had rested my hand on Alan's hair and came over and got inbetween. I apologized and said I was really tired and not thinking and then snuggled up on the other side to the arm of the couch and fell asleep.
Time and time again my friends tell me I should write a book. The problem with writing a book is that authoring things anonymously wouldn't fly. This venue offers at least a LITTLE anonymity. This blog will offer the veil that is needed for total honesty and remove the need for 'filtering'. Those who truly know me will recognize the author, however I will not be sharing the existence of this site with friends or family as it will defeat the purpose.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Minority Report...
I can't think of someone more in the minority than a divorced Persian (Iranian) Mormon.
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