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Today I am thankful for shopping.
 
 
It's true women shop when they feel anxious, sad or a multitude of negative emotions.
 
I bought a flip phone - because it's unhackable.
 
I found the funds to interview lawyers.  It's time to get my house back.
 
I'm looking for a new laptop and a storage facility to keep it in.
 
I'm also looking for a car to lease.
 
I'm also looking for a Glock. As I go to the pawn shops, I find myself gravitating towards the Fenders. 

Oh...btw....they make knock-off bass guitars now?  WTF??!!! 

Still....I have to focus on protection.  My voice sucks enough to scare off most intruders.  I'm still safer with a gun. 
 
Maybe I need to act like the people from the neighborhood I grew up in. It was the poorest city in the  metro area.  It was Gangster central.  Maybe I shouldn't have focused so much on my music and getting a 4.0.  What good did that do me?  I got stalked out of a graduate program!

Maybe it's time to be the scary, creepy, red-headed, soul stealing, lefty bitchy witchy that I am. 
 
Maybe if I were gangsta, stupid men wouldn't mess with my head.
 
I'm tired.

If I shoot ya, the last thing you'll see is my hot pink gun.  I grew up in a cult and learned to clean guns by the time I was eight.  I learned how to hypnotize by the time I was ten.  I learned how to shoot by the time I was twelve.

I never thought I'd ever want to see one of these damn things again.  I wish I had my dad's old turn of the century revolver.  I understand how they work.  Magazines are new to me.  I'll figure it out. 

 
 
Love ya until you give me reason not to,
 
S.
 
 
 
 
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