I sometimes feel that if I really dedicated my life to it, I could write a pretty fascinating novel. While I have tried in the past, it is difficult for me to organize my thoughts and organize a plot. However, I have written short stories in the past, usually revolving around dreams. So, I figured I’d get some things out on this blog and perhaps allow this to be a record-keeping site, and maybe one day, I will write this terrific novel that will creep everyone out. The sad thing about some of these thoughts is that I usually can’t get them out of my mind, I can’t escape their burden. For example:
“Guess the Muff”
I have been burdened, yet blessed, with a delightfully wrong sense of humor and I sometimes get a kick out of the most perverted things. My latest and greatest is “guess the muff”. Each woman I pass, no matter where I am – the grocery, work, the mall, or even in the bathroom, I can’t help but wonder what her personal grooming habits are. Sorry ladies, don’t think this creepy (I mean, it totally is, but…) but I’ve found myself thinking that a lot! I really really don’t know why I can’t get it out of my head. I mean we’ve got some options here! 1. shaved; 2. trimmed; 3. waxed; 4. bushy. Now, I bet you will not be able to help yourself but to play this game in your head at one point. You don’t have to admit it
I have blogged other entries below about some bazaar dreams and quirks I have that I’ve yet to “get over”. I’ve still not been able to avoid thinking of fast paced zombies stampeding towards me each dawn as I leave for work, or how far I could drive to escape a potential zombie attach each time I fill up my tank.
I also can not drive over or under a bridge or overpass without the fear of it collapsing.
At the grocery store, I find myself stocking up on the goodies that I feel I could live off of for the rest of my days… usually because there is something in the back of my head that says:
“The Wizard”
Just what if a wizard damned you to your home but with never ending supplies and electricity – stating he will renew your electicity, but could only use those appliances / devices which are active and running this second. Your food would be consistently replaced, but only with that you already have. And you could choose one person to share this damnation with – but who would it be?
My immediate thought is easy, but think of the burden that decision would weigh! When you selfishly choose someone to be with you, trapped in the house for the rest of days, you would probably pick someone you love deeply and enjoy. But what would that do to them?!?! That would take the pleasure of life away from them, and YOU would be the selfish one. What if you were to pick a terrorist, or a tyrant, or a rapist, or a murderer? Take that person out of society, and it would be a better place. So, who would you pick?
“Guess the Muff”
I have been burdened, yet blessed, with a delightfully wrong sense of humor and I sometimes get a kick out of the most perverted things. My latest and greatest is “guess the muff”. Each woman I pass, no matter where I am – the grocery, work, the mall, or even in the bathroom, I can’t help but wonder what her personal grooming habits are. Sorry ladies, don’t think this creepy (I mean, it totally is, but…) but I’ve found myself thinking that a lot! I really really don’t know why I can’t get it out of my head. I mean we’ve got some options here! 1. shaved; 2. trimmed; 3. waxed; 4. bushy. Now, I bet you will not be able to help yourself but to play this game in your head at one point. You don’t have to admit it
I have blogged other entries below about some bazaar dreams and quirks I have that I’ve yet to “get over”. I’ve still not been able to avoid thinking of fast paced zombies stampeding towards me each dawn as I leave for work, or how far I could drive to escape a potential zombie attach each time I fill up my tank.
I also can not drive over or under a bridge or overpass without the fear of it collapsing.
At the grocery store, I find myself stocking up on the goodies that I feel I could live off of for the rest of my days… usually because there is something in the back of my head that says:
“The Wizard”
Just what if a wizard damned you to your home but with never ending supplies and electricity – stating he will renew your electicity, but could only use those appliances / devices which are active and running this second. Your food would be consistently replaced, but only with that you already have. And you could choose one person to share this damnation with – but who would it be?
My immediate thought is easy, but think of the burden that decision would weigh! When you selfishly choose someone to be with you, trapped in the house for the rest of days, you would probably pick someone you love deeply and enjoy. But what would that do to them?!?! That would take the pleasure of life away from them, and YOU would be the selfish one. What if you were to pick a terrorist, or a tyrant, or a rapist, or a murderer? Take that person out of society, and it would be a better place. So, who would you pick?
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