tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343131322687242372024-03-05T17:27:54.159-08:00mumbling monkeymumblingmonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12812868247817846432noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634313132268724237.post-59505572284471669392011-04-11T18:16:00.000-07:002011-04-11T18:16:38.953-07:00<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>mumblingmonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12812868247817846432noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-634313132268724237.post-65218491925318584942011-04-11T17:54:00.000-07:002011-04-11T17:54:17.301-07:00She did WHAT?Ever woken up to the sound of someone sobbing, only to realise that it's you? This happened to me this morning. At 7:30 am to be specific. I was having what one could describe as a very realistic and horrifying dream, whereby my mother was chasing me with a rather large stick, more like a bat really, and attempting to kill me. <br />
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I'm 25, haven't lived at home since I was 18, and yet I am still haunted by my childhood oppressors. My parents, that is.mumblingmonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12812868247817846432noreply@blogger.com