Let me tell you a tale as it unfolds of a girl's experiences most true and profound. She is a girl of 28, a worldly and educated sort who once upon a time had the convenience of falling into a great and spiraling love, an almost mythical kind of love (mirroring those of the Greek gods), which would eventually end in an equally thunderous and tumultuous way. Since her unprecedented heartbreak, she has been meeting and cavorting with several young male companions, usually with the assistance of her sophisticated friend, Sauvignon. Her name: Morgan. Her ambition: lawyer. Her bad luck: men.
The tale must be told, of Morgan's experiences with the opposite sex, since her union with her first love was brought to an end. These experiences are bound to shock, marvel and astonish, but alas, they must be told, as they are all based on true events. There must no doubt be a force trying to reckon with Morgan. It is only a wonder what kind of karma she must have pissed off.
The tale begins...
Tuesday, 7 June 2011
Mind boggle
I woke up this morning in a large pool of doubt. Maybe, just maybe, I should be going this alone.
Just read this. Morgan, Morgan, Morgan... (Did you know that in French it's Morgane? Met a Morgane today.) They say you don't usually regret the things you do, you regret the things you dodn't do. It's probably not completely true, but find out. What do you have to lose anyway? It's been 22 days now so I'm sure everything's back to normal in Morgan Land.
Just read this. Morgan, Morgan, Morgan... (Did you know that in French it's Morgane? Met a Morgane today.) They say you don't usually regret the things you do, you regret the things you dodn't do. It's probably not completely true, but find out. What do you have to lose anyway? It's been 22 days now so I'm sure everything's back to normal in Morgan Land.
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