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  <title>What's the sound of one hand clapping?</title>
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  <updated>2009-03-10T04:39:05Z</updated>
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    <title>Mystery Message</title>
    <published>2038-01-19T03:14:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-10T04:39:05Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">I keep a notebook with me at all times, since I never know when I'm going to have a stroke of genius for a lesson plan, or if I wanna make a list of something, or write down a quote of something I or somebody funny said.  I've been carrying around a small(ish) orange notebook for all of this semester and part of last semester, and while teaching my lesson on the circus today, I found a message.  "I'm sorry, I just don't love the pussy. Drink to that, bitch!" ... I looked at it twice, and since I was in the middle of teaching, I tried to put it out of my mind, rather than spend the rest of class wondering WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that class let out, I looked it up again. Second to last page, right at the top.  The rest of the page is blank, the other side of the paper has a phone number and some characters for bus stops I had written down.  I don't know how I could have not seen this sooner, unless it's a recent addition.  Also, I can't decide the handwriting.  Did I write that in my sleep??? I wonder.  It's reminiscent of my handwriting, but different enough to confuse me.  I teach another class, and keep it out of my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sneak a peak at the message right after class. I wanna hide it, even though none of the students, and probably none of the teachers, will know the meaning of the message.  I start to wonder who I've had a spoken exchange with that might lead to a secret message from them in this vein.  Mystified, I examine the script again.  When I reach my room, a question, then a pang of recognition hits me.  Why are there quotation marks around it?  I wrote this...on the bus, that's why it's not my usual handwriting...I must have said this, who else would have?...maybe Sara....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I wrote this weeks ago, and deliberately forgot about it to make my today a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:edit: So, actually, I didn't write it. I just said it.  Apparently when I was drunk and Kris was saying girls are better kissers than guys, but I said it needs cock to be a decent kiss.  Which brought out that comment.  It was Sara who wrote it down for me, because I was too drunk and shouted at her to write it.  :P</content>
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