...& freedom tastes of reality
...& Reality was my next-door neighbor during the Mind-Warp Era, which you can read about in the book of the same title, pen-name W.C. Leadbeater. Try Amazon.com.
But the reason I'm talking about freedom is that I dumped someone who was becoming a royal pain in the ass. That's this woman, Monica, whom I met at hotornot.com. It's just pics of people with little blurbs about themselves, & if you want to actually meet someone, one or the other, or both, parties have to be Star members. So I clicked on her pic 'cause she didn't sound like she'd be after a relationship; it's stated plainly in my details that I have a beautiful Bumble Bee Girl. Things started out well enough, with an exchange about her keywords -- but alas, I noticed "dominance" & "submission" among them. I'm not doing any of that stuff unless I wake up & find myself transformed into Biggie the Blanket. I've seen what his Karen Relationship did to him, & even though Monica is interested in silk & chains instead of whiplash, girl-child, in the dark, I want a woman who respects me, not ties me down, & that's what I have in Trish.
But I started talking about my writing with her, hoping she'd find it interesting; instead, she complained that I spent an "inordinate amount of time doing it", when in reality, I only put in about 3 hours a day, when Trish is gone. I was mostly just stressing 'cause of ASIM & their rude editors. They sent back a story with a whole page of insults, from some bozo who doesn't understand science -- or literature, for that matter. & even where his criticisms were legitimate, he employed sarcasm & ridicule. Then again, they're an amateur publication, so they can be expected to act like a bunch of amateurs.
After I emailed Monica about the rude bastards at ASIM, she really started in on me. I suppose that's "dominance". I informed her that, unless she apologized, I'd delete her.
Immediately following Layout time (& a spike into my vein) I deleted her, as soon as Lisa left with the digital camera. The device is real atomic, but we have no use for it & now we can buy Toastie Bear.
Being without the dumb slut is like having my divorce from reality permanently aborted: thanks to Perky Pam & her spike into the vein (when the haldol is in my blood & the blood is in my head), I can think clearly now (not to mention having the Abilify to do so), & what I think is that strangers who want to insult you are to be automatically deleted. I may flirt a little with slimchicks & an occassional heavyset one, but I'm certainly not going to spend any time obsessing over some dipshit who doesn't understand my creativity.
Good riddance.
But I'm still making friends from all over the world on the Internet. I've met this Chinese girl (boy-chick?) who's a post-doctoral fellow in pharmacy in Florida, who also wants to teach Tai Chi. I dragged her away from cooking supper for awhile, & we had a good chat, but she terminated it with, "don't you have TV to watch?", I guess 'cause at one point I told her Trish & I watch TV most of the times when she's online. However, Trish has developed a new cleaning schedule, in which she does one hour a night, which frees me up to chat with the girly-girl(/boy-chick). I felt a little hurt that it sounded sort of like I had been asked to go away, but I think I can trust her, nonetheless. I do think, though, that she's looking for a relationship. I'd like to introduce her to Jerome, but he's an expert on India, not China.
The only other thing that I did yesterday was to work on the relayer sequence of "Relayer". If the story's to be titled that, it really becomes necessary to have her be more than a convenient mouthpiece for exposition. Stan likes stories told from an alien POV, anyway, as long as they're sufficiently alien.
Trish awakens soon. Time to publish & make pancakes. Or French toast. I'll have to ask her which one she wants when the alarm goes off.
But the reason I'm talking about freedom is that I dumped someone who was becoming a royal pain in the ass. That's this woman, Monica, whom I met at hotornot.com. It's just pics of people with little blurbs about themselves, & if you want to actually meet someone, one or the other, or both, parties have to be Star members. So I clicked on her pic 'cause she didn't sound like she'd be after a relationship; it's stated plainly in my details that I have a beautiful Bumble Bee Girl. Things started out well enough, with an exchange about her keywords -- but alas, I noticed "dominance" & "submission" among them. I'm not doing any of that stuff unless I wake up & find myself transformed into Biggie the Blanket. I've seen what his Karen Relationship did to him, & even though Monica is interested in silk & chains instead of whiplash, girl-child, in the dark, I want a woman who respects me, not ties me down, & that's what I have in Trish.
But I started talking about my writing with her, hoping she'd find it interesting; instead, she complained that I spent an "inordinate amount of time doing it", when in reality, I only put in about 3 hours a day, when Trish is gone. I was mostly just stressing 'cause of ASIM & their rude editors. They sent back a story with a whole page of insults, from some bozo who doesn't understand science -- or literature, for that matter. & even where his criticisms were legitimate, he employed sarcasm & ridicule. Then again, they're an amateur publication, so they can be expected to act like a bunch of amateurs.
After I emailed Monica about the rude bastards at ASIM, she really started in on me. I suppose that's "dominance". I informed her that, unless she apologized, I'd delete her.
Immediately following Layout time (& a spike into my vein) I deleted her, as soon as Lisa left with the digital camera. The device is real atomic, but we have no use for it & now we can buy Toastie Bear.
Being without the dumb slut is like having my divorce from reality permanently aborted: thanks to Perky Pam & her spike into the vein (when the haldol is in my blood & the blood is in my head), I can think clearly now (not to mention having the Abilify to do so), & what I think is that strangers who want to insult you are to be automatically deleted. I may flirt a little with slimchicks & an occassional heavyset one, but I'm certainly not going to spend any time obsessing over some dipshit who doesn't understand my creativity.
Good riddance.
But I'm still making friends from all over the world on the Internet. I've met this Chinese girl (boy-chick?) who's a post-doctoral fellow in pharmacy in Florida, who also wants to teach Tai Chi. I dragged her away from cooking supper for awhile, & we had a good chat, but she terminated it with, "don't you have TV to watch?", I guess 'cause at one point I told her Trish & I watch TV most of the times when she's online. However, Trish has developed a new cleaning schedule, in which she does one hour a night, which frees me up to chat with the girly-girl(/boy-chick). I felt a little hurt that it sounded sort of like I had been asked to go away, but I think I can trust her, nonetheless. I do think, though, that she's looking for a relationship. I'd like to introduce her to Jerome, but he's an expert on India, not China.
The only other thing that I did yesterday was to work on the relayer sequence of "Relayer". If the story's to be titled that, it really becomes necessary to have her be more than a convenient mouthpiece for exposition. Stan likes stories told from an alien POV, anyway, as long as they're sufficiently alien.
Trish awakens soon. Time to publish & make pancakes. Or French toast. I'll have to ask her which one she wants when the alarm goes off.
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