Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm telling everyone that I'm going to be 39. Trust me, no one will believe me. Only the people who grew up with me will know the truth (my favorite number is 69...do the math).
Anyhow, as a gift to myself, I'm hunting down the biggest and most unique peridot ring that I can possibly find. I was once hypnotized to feel a surge of endorphins upon looking at lime green things. So, peridot makes me happy: I figure the older I get, the bigger lime green thingy I need.
So, I wound up on a popular auction site and found a bunch of listings for magically spelled rings.
Anyhow, as a gift to myself, I'm hunting down the biggest and most unique peridot ring that I can possibly find. I was once hypnotized to feel a surge of endorphins upon looking at lime green things. So, peridot makes me happy: I figure the older I get, the bigger lime green thingy I need.
So, I wound up on a popular auction site and found a bunch of listings for magically spelled rings.
Cool...
I can get one to make me pretty, or horny, or hot, or rich, or funny, or protected, or psychic, or to bring back lost love.
That's funny!! Really, that last one cracks me up. I've been in love thrice in my lifetime. In the past month I've gotten a chance to speak with each one of these men. One of the three told me to F*ck Off. I was married to him and made the mistake of spoiling him sexually after we fought...I was sooo stupid. I don't think I need anymore of that!
The other two, well, it would be pointless to even consider a spell like that for them. I was their first love. God already did the job for me. I'm stuck in their brains for the rest of their lives. Those poor men....I'm the stuff of their nightmares!! Muahahahaha!!
It kinda reminds me of an old Fleetwood Mac tune with the lines:
Time cast a spell on you
But you won't forget me
Silver Springs
I can get one to make me pretty, or horny, or hot, or rich, or funny, or protected, or psychic, or to bring back lost love.
That's funny!! Really, that last one cracks me up. I've been in love thrice in my lifetime. In the past month I've gotten a chance to speak with each one of these men. One of the three told me to F*ck Off. I was married to him and made the mistake of spoiling him sexually after we fought...I was sooo stupid. I don't think I need anymore of that!
The other two, well, it would be pointless to even consider a spell like that for them. I was their first love. God already did the job for me. I'm stuck in their brains for the rest of their lives. Those poor men....I'm the stuff of their nightmares!! Muahahahaha!!
It kinda reminds me of an old Fleetwood Mac tune with the lines:
Time cast a spell on you
But you won't forget me
Silver Springs
Ah, but one of them also got to me...it's only temporary, though. Fifty years from now, my brain will be gone and my first love will be long forgotten.
Someday....
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