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When Things Are Freaky - Send Love




 Today I am thankful for love. 


I'm still having dreams of someone I should not think about. 

Now, they're getting funny. 

Yesterday the dream was a black and white stick-figure cartoon.  

In this dream, cartoon Siegfred was running from the right field of vision to the left. 

Followed by a tall, male cartoon stick figure 

and a chunky woman, out of breath, trailing behind. 

I wonder what my subconscious mind is cooking up now? 

At least no one died 

and the star of my nightmares is getting some exercise. 



(It's more like I'm a nerd who owes a Wookie life debt). 


This morning the dream was a little bit hilarious and funny. 

It was a cartoon but it was in color. 

In it I see a male figure riding a red mountain bike on a cartoon copy of a map of Colorado trails.   

I used to have a red mountain bike - someone stole it!  I've been meaning to replace it. 

He's riding around and little thought bubbles are coming up out of his head. 

"Her fatness could never keep up with me." 

"She is so out of shape that it's embarrassing." 

"I can lose her in a mile." 

On and on it went until I woke up laughing. 

I've gotta say - I don't disagree if that subconscious assessment is about me.

I'll still light the little white candles until the dreams cease for at least 30 days.  They're getting less vivid. 

I can tolerate that. 

Woo Hoo! 


I'm about to lose my mind with this Covid crap though.  Apparently, Colorado is taking Covid patients from other states and including them in our statistics as an excuse to shut the economy down. 


What the hell? 

I'm trying to send the Democrats love - but.....uh....sometimes with children, we have to discipline them even though we love them. 

This is the direction I'm taking. 

Tell me again why this isn't a dumb ass conspiracy to destroy the Republic? 

Geesh!!! 




I have another Covid Rant - 

Some of my heathen friends are Tarot readers. 

I did a reading. 

Don't do that. 

Why? 

Well - 

it predicted the impossible. 

So -  basically, it's a good thing that I'm a prude. 

She gave me the same warning my doctor gave me.  Yeah - so I have to be an Ice Queen in December because I want to look hot this summer. 

That's not a problem.  All of my clients are women.  I maybe see one guy a week and that is probably some guy at the gas station when the Hypnomobile is running on empty. 

Besides.....

I just lost 23 pounds - I don't want to gain it back. 

So - if reality breaks down and I find a cute guy, it'll either be a chastity belt or I'd better brave Covid and get some pills. 

I still can't imagine getting intimate at a time when everyone is afraid to breathe on each other. 

Seriously 

how do people have one night stands right now? 

Do they breathe heavy into their masks until they pass out from the lack of oxygen? 

Or do they just wear a different kind of mask? 



Or is this just a conspiracy to make mask-less conservative heathens mate? 

Hmmm.....could be the last one.  We have too many fearful liberals in Colorado now.  


If the perfect guy just wound up at my door.....during those rare moments when I am actually at home.....maybe on a Friday when I'm drunk off the wine of Dionysus......and he had lost his mind......had virtually no eyesight,,,,, and Ms. Medusa Siegfried turned him partially into stone......

nothing.....would......happen. 


People are far too scared of breath....bodily fluids....and life itself

Besides, my filthy house would be scary, too.  

I wanted to go into hiding.  

Thankfully Covid has given me the perfect excuse. 


Love ya, 

S. 


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