ďPeople see what they want to see.Ē Ya think? How many igínant idiots out there actually believe these old myths? Come on, step up. Youíre disappointed, arenít you. I know, I know, itís okay, shhhh. Just because youíre an idiot doesnít mean you donít have feelings. See? Iím so nice.
I just threw out my soda, I donít know if I was finished with it. That would be an odd unconscious thing to do, so one would think I must have been finished, else I wouldnít have trashed the can, right? That will nag at my mind until I take the can out of the trash and shake it. God DAMN my obsessive tendencies. BLTís are my new thing. Thatís right, I had one this weekend with the boy and his brother and now I just canít get enough. I had one for lunch yesterday, and again for lunch today. Welcome to my stomach. No mayo, I never did understand that condiment, no reason to disgust you with the graphic details as to why I loath this condiment. It offends every sense I have - smell, touch, taste, sight, even the sound of it. I find it so offensive that even my sixth sense is disturbed - I can psychically sense mayonnaise.
But enough of that, I donít want to lose my lunch over such a distasteful mental image. BLTís rock. I donít think Iíd ever had one before this weekend. So goodbye turkey and your ability to put me to sleep in the afternoon, and helllooooo BLT on toasted whole wheat!
Last night I did some homework and played with M.s. for a bit. Damn, I have a hot and passionate love-life. And yet, outside of the bedroom, the heat cools to a comfortable, warm and enveloping tenderness filled with love and laughter. Iím a lucky woman to have so much happiness in my life. Lucky indeed.