So, what I commented on my facebook profile about my ...REVENGE... was way out of line, as I really could not care less what people think about: picture me as a walled house, protected so much that only those who use the proper entrance can go in, and these women are actually filtered in, not only by virtue of looks, but also because THEY make their choices known, and the times they make their choices are brought home to me, to decide and not ignore.
like when I got so curious about Nicky? in the visions I had I ended up saying, "OK, SHOW me the woman!"... and she came, and though the movement was miniscule, she DID lean forward; at variance with what I expected her to do, and THAT was so peculiar I had to notice it; it stood out so!
AND when her sister came... here, let me tell you I had NOT seen Nicky?'s profile, because if I had seen her nose, I would probably have been...not so eager (OK, there was this day that I wanted to know what SHE was thinking about how I wanted to use her brother's house as my staging area, and I get this side profile of her going "I hope he does not want me to be his personal trainer!", and she seemed so worried about me making demands one her I said, Fuck, scrap it, and dumped her.THAT was when I noticed her nose, which was too late anyway because I had already noticed what she wanted me to see, and my... assistant... had decided she would do, which I would have strenuously disagreed with except for the fact that she really IS a stunner, probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen... and she leaned towards me which, under the circumstances was highly unusual!)... and anyway, by the time it clicked in my mind WHO she was, her ass had already impressed me so much I thought, mmm, some guy can have a lot of fun there!
Then I write about it, and then her mum drives up... it HAD to be her mum, because it made no sense for me to be bothered by too many variables, and when she acted the way she did... hell, there could be no doubt in my mind just what was going on in her mind... but, you know me, I always expect the worst, and only gradually do I concede something better, and today, after talking about all those other women, I got to the point where I realised that, apart from the sexy waitress person, I could not stand anyone else much, and that meant they would never do any good in my eyes, so I have reluctantly decided that I would wash my hands of these people, those I listed under "revenge", but everyone else comes because, boy, what can I say, "I like!"
Oh, yeah, and Butt-head's life is in his own hands, and if he wants to die NOW, so be it!
I have spoken.
Or, rather, WE have spoken... and I guess, again I must say to Butt-head's mom, 'sorry!'
