Bad Boy Death Wishes

I just realized that the men I've loved have been left with death wishes.

One hops out of airplanes. 

One became a race car driver.

One claims to be trying to die in a similar fashion to the obese guy in  'The Life of Brian'.  He likes the idea.  I can't talk him out of it. 

Well...at least they know how they want to snuff themselves. 

I guess that gives them a sense of having a measure of control over their own mortality. 

I don't know...

I used to think teenage boys were weird.  Nope....I finally see that forty year old men are weirder.


Please...

someone please tell me that this is because they are all in their early to mid-forties. 

I pray I had nothing to do with this...and that this is just their mid-life crisis parties coming to pass. 

It could be that they've met evil face to face and they figure that dying is the best escape route.  I mean this all seemed to start after they started having run-ins with me.  Maybe they think they're in hell and trying to get reborn somehow. 

I really don't know...

I wonder...

Yeah...the worrying and the nightmares are getting to be a bit much. 

On the bright side, the dreams mean I'm sleeping again! 


Hooray!!!

I figured out how to sleep five hours a night. 

It involves lighting candles at my altar, praying to my Deity, praying that anybody I've ever hurt has their life improved tenfold, and wishing the best for the people I've played with until I fall asleep. 

Without fail, I fall asleep around 1:15 a.m and wake up at 5:55 a.m.   My alarm is set for 7:00, but I don't need it. 

The problem is that I dream of my evil ways and the subsequent bad karma. 

I've been a spoiled little snot-head. 
Sigh....

At least I'm sleeping. 
Sleep means I look better and my vanity is restored. 

Yeah!!!
 I have got to enjoy my appearance before my skin starts getting so saggy it falls off my face. 

Aging is fun says the woman lucky enough not to be going gray but platinum blond. 

Denial, they say...is not just a river in Egypt. 

It's still fun. 


Love,

S.