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Blood Flow

 
Today I am thankful for my pulse. 

That means that I have blood flow. 

Yep.....at least, I think I have blood flow. 

Part of the reason for this blog is to give me the ability to come up with my arguments before they start. 

I know I'm going to hear about this. 

Some guy I adore made a comment about

"crazy stupid fun".

My reply is that crazy stupid fun is "the best kind of fun."

It is. 

This guy is incredibly cerebral. 

This makes me sad because it means

that I'm not

hot. 

If I were hot, he'd drool just like the ones that don't do anything for me.   

Nope...

This man can still reason around me. 

I've got to do something different. 

I've got to work out more. 

I've got to lose weight. 

I've got to wax. 

I've got to get a make-over. 

Maybe I need to wear one of those new negligees under a suit to entice him into crazy stupid fun.

I've got to do something different. 

Around me he has cerebral fun. 

He can do algebra. 

He can think. 

He can argue politics. 

Where is his blood flow?

It's going towards his head (the one above water). 

This is smart intelligent fun. 

Crazy stupid fun is when the blood flow is in a downward spiral, heading towards Hades, and other places women purporting to be ladies do not blog about. 

Cake.....cake....cake...cake...

Wanna lick the icing off.....

How's that for a subliminal? 

Yeah....there was some complaining about subliminal and other forms of hypnotic communication. 

He also complained about innuendo and wrote to me some line about taking a cold shower. 

Sigh....

He should've finished that off with "wish you were there." 

I'd have heated up the water. 

Sigh..... 

Love ya,

S. 

Oh....I wrote earlier about being hypnotised to writhe in pleasure when seeing certain colors and having a hot, but married, hypnotist fix me. 

It's back!!!

I started singing at a green light! 

I was throbbing. 

I couldn't keep my eyes open!!!

If I don't fix this, I won't be able to drive anymore!!! 

Eff it!! 

What the hell is wrong with me? 

In all fairness, I did hear the sexy songs of a famous soul singer tonight.  He could've put me in that mood. 

Damn......

Maybe I just need to start wearing sunglasses at night when I drive. 

Wow....

just wow.....

Help??? 

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