Bump-kin. Hmmmm.

I’m reading a history right now of Marguerete of Valois. There are quotes from The Prince by Machiavelli heading each chapter. Very interesting. This led me to further reading. My takeaway from The Prince is this: trump is doing EVERYTHING WRONG in order to hold power. Totally bass ackwards.

I also saw an owl snatch up a screaming kitten and loft it away. Later that week a fox ran by carrying another. ( country bumpkin, I am)

My pet peeve? Reign it in. It’s REIN. (I’m petty)

I had an owl incident! Running at night. He hit me so hard! I felt a tearing and he flew silently away clutching a fistfull of hair. I reached up and there was blood. He pulled it out of my bun! Fact: nipples become bullet-like when sudden terror strikes.

The blue eyes! A blue eyed goose bit me in the tender under-ass bit as I was running. I whirled and slapped its face SO HARD. I felt the imprint in my palm for an hour. After that, he kept his distance, not wanting anymore.

Money

P-Doodle Dandy. Letterman’s first joke after 9/11.

I am a medical professional myself, and as such, I cannot smoke. No judgement! I understand that cbd oil contains minute, minute amounts of thc and doesnt cause positive UAs. I’m interested in relieving the agony of stopping opiates used for pain from a motorcycle wreck. Nothing is worth the bullshit of narcs,…

Now that I read your reply over again, carefully, with a correct idea of what you were saying.....i am thinking CBT ( your meaning) might just be more helpful than another pharmaceutical panacea. Thanks, boo.

Actually, anxiety, oddly enough, is not a big problem for me. Stress/ anger and a burgeoning opioid problem for an injury was the reason for my interest in cbt, or cbd oil. Thank heaven the opioids are over, but the pain lingers. Tho’ that’s preferable to the hell that is narcs ☹

ah! Please tell me about CBT. Been reading, but id like your input.

I’m 55. A year ago no one would have believed it. I could pass for forty. I dressed up on election day, so as to be as beautiful as possible to vote for the first female president. And I was! My voting site is in old KC, historic northeast, one of the cooler and most eye candy filled parts of the city. I walked down…

Ricin. Umbrella guns. Radioactive borscht.

I like your mom.

We’re related! My son is an active duty Marine. That’s family, bro.

* tipple *

Oh I just gotta tell you, you made an ancient memory surface! Years and fucking YEARS ago I worked in a mental hospital, one of the old school, wards and wards, locked down snake pits. One morning all my patients were rip snorting drunk. Their tipple? Listerine and coffee. Thanks for the time warp!

I cant mention my fav fantasy, lest the secret service comes a’ callin...but it involves a red hat and the imitation of all those shiny eyed trumpers.

Her shoes are pissing me off.