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ah, well
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despite all the nasty things i have been saying about mark, sometimes i find myself wondering in despair about the good times we had.

i miss sitting on the toilet bowl watching him trying to shave around this annoying mole on his neck. yes, he uses shaving cream which it doubly fun to watch.

i miss being there at 8am in his bed, because that's when the alarm will irritate the hell out of us, prompting him to hit the snooze button, grunt and then try to smother me with his hug.

i miss laughing at his no-brainer wardrobe, with labels such as "work clothes" and "shorts" on each compartment.

i miss smoking in the balcony with him, snug in his arms, overlooking the east coast greenery and the wind in our hair.

he's probably the only one in the whole world apart from porn webmasters to describe his schlong as a "big and juicy". cheesy but i miss that.

i miss poking fun at his pale thighs and pink nipples.

i miss the priceless look on his face when he finally unwrapped his christmas present from his mother two months late, only to discover an ancient "best of australia" album. with waltzing matilda on the tracklist!

i miss staring into his smoky blue eyes as he fastened up my helmet.

i miss his huge hands.

i even miss washing his dishes.

and coming up, an "i hate" list.

but for now, allow me to wallow in the misery of missing someone that i have grown to hate.

good night