Bratty Blogger Guilt

I've got to quick screwing with people, don't I? 

Sigh....

That's the fun of fiction writing, you can write whatever the heck you want and no one knows whether or not it is the truth.  If it has a grain of truth it in, people are more apt to believe it.

I've actually had people approach me to ask if I've put spells on them or hypnotized them.  I had to bite my tongue when a nasty politician queried if I've ever done such a thing to him. 

My reply was "Have I ever made (voice lowers slightly) you feel dizzy (pitch does not rise)?"

"Yes." 

Of course you do, I just suggested it. 

"If I did so, it was only because I like you", I say, "The voters will vote for you if they can sense that you are genuine and (pitch lowers) always tell the truth (more animated voice returns) even if it makes you uncomfortable.  I want you to win.  You want to win, don't you?"

I'm such a snot.  Okay.  I'm still in my promise making mode.  So, I'm going to try (emphasis on the word that implies failure) to go 24 hours without playing with someone's mind.

Not my ex, who I think fell in love with me at a party the other day.  He's giving me that look again and its not a good thing if we can't talk to each other.  I need help here.  I promise, though, not to F him in mind or body.

I shall not mess with the mind of any door to door salesmen.

Nor the telemarketers. 

Nor the really, really creepy people that are pushy and won't take no for an answer.

Not even the idiot 21 year old who is beating my daughter and believes in Black Magick.  Even though its tons of fun to watch superstitious and paranoid people freak out. 

I'll be good now.   At least, I'll try. 

23 hours, 59 minutes and 23 seconds to go. 

It's going to be one heck of a long day. 

Love ya,

S.