Wednesday, April 11, 2012

dreams about Israeli football and your father about to hack you with a sharp axe.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh my GAWD you too?

Call me - Yasser A.

F. said...

Yeah. I get those too, sans the Israeli football. Actually sitting here in my college's computer lab. Raining outside. Phone is dead. Have to catch a rickshaw back home. Gotta face the music. I broke all the rules yesterday and went to her college. We broke all the rules wherein some loves are not meant to be mentioned, some hands are not meant to be held, not in certain ways no. And then we went to her house. And then my mother called. And now my father is coming from another city. Should leave soon, I should. Have you heard, there's a symphony waiting for me back at home.