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I find Libertarians interesting to a degree, but I’m prolly always going to be a through and through democrat.

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Bilderberg is going on right now, until tomorrow. June 6-9. Kissinger is there, as per usual. Goldman Sachs is there of course.

Had an interesting dream, revisiting a dream I left off about 15 years ago. It was like flipping through a three-dimensional scrapbook. I had had an artist’s rampage, but had been threatened by enemies, so I tucked everything away for safekeeping. A woman I had mummified and bejeweled had become reanimated and turned glass and my (former and perhaps continued) enemies decided they were going to play with her. Ugh! What can I do? All my little secrets kept on spilling from her lips. I ran off to investigate other workings that had previously been infiltrated by enemies, and discovered they were all little “jewels,” but that I did indeed have to watch out for backstabbers. It’s nice to be able to catch things on “videotape” and play them back and forth.

I’m not exactly sure what my dream meant, but I woke up happy. My main enemy was Appolonia, a woman I knew years ago. If one is to have a villain, then one could not do better. A worthy opponent. Angie was my second, but the two of them as a team were as fractured in my revisit, as they are now in waking life. I was playing double agent between the two, but discovered that the real threat was Appy. It’s very funny, actually. Perhaps she was pretty detrimental for my self esteem.

When I left my dream, Appy was seducing and interrogating a possible “assassin” in a sort of glass carriage that looked like an old-fashioned hearse. Very strange. Also strange that I was only her secondary target, as her main was now Angie.

Oddy enough, before I went to all of this I revisited a dream where I was in a terrible game for my life against my cigarette addiction. I wasn’t smoking this time though… Marc was, and he was in the game. How I crept into the artistic dream was through Angie. She crept into the game somehow, and was trying to get others to play for her so that she would have cigarettes. It took place at one of those warehouse stores, like Costco, that you have to have a special membership for. The game was that you had to steal your cigarettes and replace them with other things before the electronic monitors caught you. I saw myself in the past getting caught. I guess that’s when I quit. Well Marc had somehow mastered the game by jerry rigging it somehow. He showed me what I had done wrong, but it didn’t matter anymore because I had no need for cigarettes. I’m already dead.

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Bought Pink Sugar eau de toilette and Pink Sugar hair perfume. They’re by some Italian company. Smells like cotton candy.

Also bought some body washes and body sprays from Bath & Body Works. The scents are Pure Paradise and Malibu Heat. And that’s it for my purchases in June. By next month I’ll have enough for my new crown. I’m going to buy a new phone in September, my slider is gettin’ old.

Been keeping my nails painted, but I cut them down to stubs last week out of frustration with the shredding. Decided to start from scratch.

Kevin and Carrie are back east right now on vacation to see her dad.

The executive chairman of Google is at Bilderberg too. Interesting, considering what we know about the NSA right now. I wonder who the leak is? We’ll probably never know. Oddly, the person who mailed out all that ricin last month turned out to be some actress. She tried to blame her husband for it. Nice.

Claudia contacted me again about getting together. Once again I wrote her to give me a call, and once again I’ve heard nothing from her. Definitely weirdo behavior.

Seriously, there is something wrong with me. Once again I wake up in the middle of the night, this time to an infomercial, so I get on the computer and order the damn product. HIP HOP ABS FOR ONLY 20 BUX! SCORE!! Really now. I didn’t even remember until I checked my email this morning and got a confirmation and a shipping notice. I guess I’ll have to hook up the dvd player in the living room now. Hopefully I’ll have learned some funky fresh moves by the summertime just in time for all the summer parties!

Hip. Hop. Abs.

I just found this blog:

http://offtheplanet.blogspot.com/

I’m happy to discover that there is someone crazier than me posting about demons and shit on the web.

Marc took my mother and me to her psychiatry appointment this morning. That was very nice of him, plus he refrained from smoking or playing any loud music while my mother was in his car. Respect.

My friend Elliott dm’d me on facebook. I was shocked actually. I thought he didn’t like me and only accepted my friend request to be nice. Turns out he felt really bad about something (what, I have no idea) he did to me years ago, and was hesitant to communicate with me for fear of making the same mistake twice. Hmmmmmm. I will have to get to the bottom of this… or I could just let it go as it is apparently not very important to me.

I completely freaked out my friend Claudia about Marc’s illness and haven’t heard anything from her for a long time. I wonder if I should call her? She did give me her number after all.

What happened was I wasn’t sure Marc was going to make it the last time he got sick, so I messaged Claudia that she might only have this chance to see him, if she ever wanted to see him again. Totally freaked her out. She just stopped communicating with me. *sigh*

A lot of people from the past have been bubbling up, people from elementary school. A former bully called me and apologized. Wow!

It’s because we’re all hitting 40. Mid-life crisis time. I already had my crisis so I get to sit back and watch everybody having theirs.

I haven’t brushed my teeth in two days. That is disgusting!

I’ve decided I’m keeping my nails a rich shade of royal purple all month. I’ve just retouched them, my manicure is (almost) flawless! I made an excellent batch of split pea soup three days ago out of the leftover Easter ham. Kevin and Carrie brought the ham over as well as the potatoes, asparagus, and rolls… and a particularly nasty bottle of oaky chardonnay. But not to worry, we had a bottle of Sophia Rosé in the fridge. We all had a pleasant time, I’m thinking about inviting them over for meatloaf soon. I do make an excellent meatloaf, and my mashed potatoes are pretty delicious as well.

That smoky candle is still burning. It’s a jar candle and the first inch and a half of the glass is black with soot. When I was cleaning out my nose in the shower (gross, I know) all the boogers were coated in soot as well. Soy candles are supposed to burn clean. It’s very peculiar and I read this as a sign that my mother’s pain has been unbearable as long as she’s had this candle. I wish I could persuade her to go to a hands on healer, but she doesn’t like anything that smells of massage. She’s not very thrilled with the idea of strangers touching her, plus she doesn’t believe in all that “hocus pocus.”

She’s having an allergic reaction to her new medication but has continued taking it because she convinced herself that the itching was from all that cat pee that she must have been touching while she was weeding out by the camelias. She didn’t weed today and she’s still itching (all over might I add), so I sternly told her not to take that medication tonight. Hopefully my stubborn mother will listen to me.

Haven’t spritzed on any Chocolate Amber today because I used Lemongrass Sage lotion and the scents don’t flatter each other.

I am determined to finish “The I-5 Killer” by Ann Rule. I hope to have it over and done with by Tuesday, so that gives me tonight and tomorrow. I plan on visiting Marcus tomorrow so I guess I will take that over there with me. Once I’m finished with this book I will turn my attention back to Dune. I have about 6 sequels to get through. See, when you’re manic you tend to do things like spend all your money on things you don’t need and I bought myself A LOT of books! Almost all of which have been “fixed” with majikal workings that I have since forgotten. Hmmmmmm.