The Shattered Prayer

Yep, went to vote yesterday (how ’bout dem dems?).  I ran into an old teacher of mine who taught me back in grammar-school. The woman must be around 70 years old, okay? And she looks FANTASTI C. I don’t mean just ‘great for an old lady”, I mean fucking hot! She looks better than me!

The funny thing is, the first ‘prophetic’ dream I ever had featured this particular teacher, so its very interesting to run into her after all these years. Anyway, she remembered me and we chatted for quite some time, all the while with me wondering if maybe she swings both ways.

That was my voting experience.

Today, I was having some cheese as a snack, and my little pseudo-husband, Cleto, decided to lick every single slice of cheese on my plate. I guess tasting one piece wasn’t enough; no he had to try them all.

So, I need to show a picture of the new addition to the family. No, I didn’t get another cat. Two is quite enough thank you. This is my niece’s cat, Monkey. He’s a very sweet, affectionate, mild-mannered cat. In other words, the exact opposite of mine.

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