Be Careful What You Wish For

So....

Am I to blame for my current predicament? 

I'm wondering....

Three years ago I wished that a certain lawmaker would fix a problem that cost me over $80,000, so that no one else would ever be stuck where I am.  Now, I'm finding myself face to face with the next person to hold that job on nearly a daily basis. 

How in the heck did that happen? 

Hmmmm....I have no freakin' idea. 

It's weird. 

In fact, I did everything in my power not to be put in this situation. 

I wonder....

I do collect bizarre artifacts from people who inherit creepy things and are afraid of them.  I don't know if I ever want to share them with the world and they are the main reasons I will probably never date.  No man wants to be with a a woman who collects things from haunted houses and the decendants of witches. 

Most of the objects are benign.  Others, though, are a little freaky. 

I have hundreds of things.  My favorites are the ones said to contain Djinn.  Maybe I could do a tiny experiment and when I re-publish all 700 of my previous posts we can see how this worked out. Let me make three wishes and see what comes true.

Hmmmm.....

I wish for....

I wish for....

Darn it....

I've got nothing. 

I mean if I wish for world peace, I'd be afraid we'd all die.  If I wished for an end to our economic crisis, the currency may just well collapse.  

I'll just leave it well enough alone and pray for the best. 

Love ya,

S. 

P.S.  Okay....hmmmm....I'll give it a go.  What would do little harm? 

Maybe little wishes would do little harm. 

So....

1. I wish my ex could get a job he truly wants (I won't specify which ex, so I'm not responsible for any evil backlash).

2. I wish my ex could get the chick he truly wants (again, not to specify...)

3. I wish to be able to refrain from complaining outloud the next time I catch a wanna be politician lying to me. 

O.K.  That last one will easily come true.  I pinch myself when they lie to me.  No one listens to me.  They don't know that lies are easily discovered simply by looking into ones eyes and listening to their voices. 

If you look at my arm, its full of bruises. 

Let's see how the other two come true.  I'll know...they'll be too busy to annoy the heck out of me. 

My sleep patterns have been destroyed over the past four years and $80K loss.  The less sleep I get, the more bizarre my writing gets.  I'm going to try to get more than four hours of sleep tonight in the hopes that it will help my writing be more coherent. 

If not...well...the blog does freak out my ex.  Maybe some day he'll offer to buy me psychiatric medication and a snuggy blanket.  Or, better yet, he'll help me and my creepy haunted things move out. 

Just teasing....

Maybe....

Someday, I'll have to research magical thinking and the power of the placebo effect.  There has got to be a rational explanation for the weird things going on in this house. 

Until then....

BOO!



Now, it's off to sleep so I don't write any creepy, bizarre, non-sensical blog entries.  I miss making sense.