Hello, hey, greetings and salutations. I have a dream. I want to share my dream with you. I hope this dream can come true in my fantasy world. And yes yes, I was bored in class whilst training.
This is my dream house. I want the walls to be lemon scented with a cherry red roof top. I would retreat to it after a hard or lazy day’s of work. And take a hot steamy shower in the chocolate bath tub. And my dream house can talk too. Any aggressive, ignorant, ugly, pathetic sales man who comes round the bend, my Dream house would his purple pink lips and say, “You better now come here boy, I bite.” And if I’m showeing, “F**** off and get a real life.” 
Oh, here is my talking plant. I wouldn’t want to have a pet cause……..yeah…I just don’t want one. My dream plants not vulgar like my Dream House. Its nice. Really nice. It would always cheer me up when I’m down.
Natasha: My boss was such a pain in the ass. He through all the paper work to me and just left the office. I don’t want to talk about it.
DreamPlant: Oh don’t worry about him. I was catching some sunlight from the light blue upper window and my goodness......I think my stem is longer than his. And have you seen how white his wife bottom is?
Natasha: How do you know her bottom is white?
DreamPlant: Oh Natasha, you didn’t give me big eyes for nothing.
Guy. The neigbour next to Shy and me. Guy’s a nice young boy who me the paper every time. He tells me about the daily happenings in the neighbourhood. How the desperate house wives from across the streets are cheating on each other’s husband and stuff like that.
Yes, yes, Guy, my dream neighbour. Nothing like an man or a boy. Just the guy next door.
Meet Shy. She’s a loveable huggable want to kiss all the time neighbour. I run to her when I run out of sugar. And because she’s so shy, she gives me extra sugar. Not the normal, white, brown type but the wholesome from the chest, I mean heart type.
Part of my big dreams is not to live alone. Yes yes, I live with my Prom Date. His quirky, squirky and very much like sponge bob squarepants. Yes, yes, he can absorb all my crap and not throw it back at me. He’ll throw it at DreamPlant.
Yes, yes, that’s my Prom Date. Don’t want to say so much about him cause well, I don’t know much about him. All I know is that he looks better is a bow tie than a tie. It makes his hair stand out more too.
So yes, yes, yes, yes and yes, that is my dream world. Or the world I go into when I am bored in class. And you’re more than welcome to join me in it.
Natasha