Greetings!

Some time ago, I started blogging about the perils of Internet dating.  That’s nothing new, I’m sure.  However…

I can break down the men I’ve corresponded with thus far into two different categories:  desperate, horny and unattractive (I usually don’t find out the unattractive part until later as they grossly misrepresent themselves photo and otherwise) and category two, hot, desperate and crazy.

This week’s candidate falls into the hot, desperate and crazy category.  Luckily, the meet in person will never take place (a when hell freezes over type situation at this point).  His emails to me at the beginning of the week were thougtful and sweet, albeit bordering on smarmy.  They rapidly declined into ramblings and desperation, culminating in the coup de gras last night of his “turn on’s” and “turn off’s” with regard to women in general.  I won’t bore you with all of the details, but suffice it to say that one of his “turn off’s” was, and I quote here, he just can’t “abide by a woman that doesn’t wash her ass.”

Really.  And wow.  Does he want me to install a bidet?  This isn’t France.  And what’s with all of the ass obsession?  The first guy I met (category one, a troll who posted a picture of a super hot guy) actually told me he wanted to do unspeakable things to my ass and this guy wants to make sure it’s clean.

Internet dating sucks.

Have a great weekend.

Cheers!

photo credit: Richard Elzey

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Strange biography…actually, it’s a strange autobiography.  So, if you haven’t already done so, please buy my book Mystic Mania.  It’s really funny.

I feel like a used car salesman writing that.  Please accept my apology.  However, I’ve been given some advice recently by someone proficient in SEO that I need to be more direct in my blog.  So there you go.

As far as entertainment in my blog goes, the ongoing saga of online dating is no more, I’m happy to report.  One guy wanted to marry me before he even met me (ick), one guy wanted to do something to me I can’t even write about safely before he even met me (double ick) and the rest of the men interested in me looked like folks you’d encounter on an average trip to the DMV.  So pass.  I’ve decided to take my chances out in the world again on this front.

Have a great week!

See ya.

photo credit: Double Image Photography

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Paranormal tools, don’t think so, but thanks for reading!  Hey y’all, I’m back!  And not by popular demand, unfortunately.

So here’s the latest.  A friend of mine is very concerned about my personal life (or lack of one, at the moment).  She decided it would be a good idea if we (she) checked out Cougar Life.com.  What?  I didn’t even know they had this.  Her fiance said that if he got a cougar she’d have to be in her eighties.  I thought that was funny.  And off the subject.  So back to the subject.

She (we) entertain ourselves by searching the site (craziness) and find this one super hot (younger, but not much younger) guy.  She thinks I should send him a “flirt”.  Whatever that is.  I left that alone.  So he sends me one.  I write back to him.  I don’t hear back from him for a day or so, which I report to her.  Then it turns out she’s still on the site under a very conspicuous code name, which I wasn’t aware of.  And she’s communicating with him.  As if she’s me.  And in a much more flirtatious voice than my actual voice.  So now I think he must think I’m insane, since she’s announced that she’s really me, and apparently I have two profiles.  One where I’m normal (boring) and one where I’m her (not boring).

I try to explain this all to my aunt, who keeps going back to, “How can she be you?”  Well, she isn’t really me, I explain.  I know that, she says.  After much confusion and back and forth, she finally says, “I kind of understand, but why is she doing this?”  Because she thinks I need to get laid, Auntie V, I said.  That she got…

Have a great week!

See ya.

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Soul mysticism and whatnot…not much with relation to the soul going on for me in the past week.  I hope that’s different for you.

Let’s see, there was Thanksgiving.  My mom was here and I had fun cooking with her.  Other than that, I’ll just chalk up Thanksgiving 2010 as…interesting.

Roger Federer won the year end championship.  Bummer for Nadal.

The USC Trojans (my alma mater) really sucked it up against rival Notre Dame Saturday.  Embarrassing really.  Yeesh.

And in other news (more related to the soul), there was a report on Coast-to-Coast last week, an end of days scenario, in which a prediction was made involving biochemical warfare.  Specifically in which plague-infected neighborhoods of Manhattan serve as an allegory to the nine circles Dante’s Inferno.

That’s uplifting.  Happy Holidays!

Have a great week!

See ya.

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Happy Thanksgiving!  Nothing freaky today, due to the holiday, instead I’m going with an interesting email my mom forwarded to me recently:

There was this wimpy little man (who passed away) on PBS,  gentle and quiet.  Mr. Rogers is one of those you would least suspect of being anything but what he now portrays to our youth.  But Mr. Rogers was a U.S. Navy Seal, combat-proven in Vietnam with over twenty-five confirmed kills to his name.  He wore a long-sleeved sweater on TV to cover the many tattoos on his forearm and biceps.  He was a master in small arms and hand-to-hand combat, able to disarm or kill in a heartbeat.


After the war Mr. Rogers became an ordained Presbyterian minister and therefore a pacifist. Vowing to never harm another human and also dedicating the rest of his life to trying to help lead children on the right path in life, he hid away the tattoos and his past life and won our hearts with his quiet wit and charm…

Interesting.  Happy Thanksgiving to all and God bless!

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Fenomenos paranormal, a phenomenon?  Not sure.  You can decide.

The latest from the Coast-to-Coast newsletter involved paranormal investigator and demonologist Keith Johnson discussing his work helping people cope with demonic infiltration.  Demons often pretend to be human spirits in order to infiltrate a person’s life and plant a spiritual virus, Johnson said.  I know a few people that could fall into this category.  I’m sure you do too.

Anyhow, Johnson had a client that complained about a spirit watching her and assaulting her with a clothes hanger repeatedly.  Unusual weapon choice.  However, Johnson felt the woman was actually on the verge of demonic possession.  Upon requesting the family call out Jesus’s name, a window slammed shut, one of the girls was struck in the head (doesn’t say with what, so not sure if it was a clothes hanger), and the atmosphere of the house changed completely.  Problem solved.

Huh.

Have a great week!

See ya.

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Spirituality readings of the day include a tidbit from Love is in the Earth, A Kaleidoscope of Crystals.  The updated version…

I’m doing research for my new project, which I’m really excited about.  I am going to pick up some Mottramite, a crystal that falls under my astrological sign of Gemini:  this mineral, ranging in color from green to black (love that), represents transformation and extensive change throughout all times and is concentrated with resolution to accelerate and to reform the self with ease.  The doctrines of motivation and persevering motion are reflected, bringing freedom from oppression and repression.

It has been used to assist in understanding and then practicing the concept of “walk, don’t run”, helping one to trust the circumstances one is experiencing, and to accept ones position in those situations as a part of the actualization of ones perfection.

Mottramite expedites balance and respite during the attainment of pre-set goals, such that when one attains the goal, one has the energy necessary to enjoy the result.  It produces a feeling of well-being and energetic control.

It has been used to provide supplemental energy during competitive sports, great physical stress and prolonged physical labor.

Love it, love it, love it.

Have a great week!

See ya.

photo credit: Shandchem

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Welcome to the spirituality story of the day!

Not really.  Sorry if the lead line is misleading.  But here’s the story.  And it’s all about the big issue in California at the moment, the election and prop 19, legalizing marijuana.  I call it the big issue because no one really gives a sh#& about who’s running for governor, two sh$tty choices.

Whether you are for or against legalizing marijuana, the reality is that it will bring a lot of revenue to a practically bankrupt state.  And let’s face it, the people that want to smoke are going to smoke, whether it’s legal or not.  So might as well legalize it.  And I don’t believe all of the rhetoric about car accidents; if you’ve ever driven stoned you know that the tendency is to slow down, not speed up and hit things.  Car accidents haven’t increased since the medical marijuana law passed.

I am well versed on this subject as I was up all night long Thursday night listening to the news as I was preparing for an, er, procedure, the next morning.  So, having been up all night and fasting the previous day to boot, I was pretty whacked out of my gourd by the time I got to the hospital in the morning.  The anaesthesiologist  came in to have a chat with me.  I asked her if marijuana was a narcotic.  She said no, and as a matter of fact, it was non addictive.  So I said let me get this straight.  You can’t take vitamins, blood thinners or aspirin a week before you come in here, but you can blaze up a doobie?  She said yes, that’s right.

The guy in the bay next to me cracked up.  That’s the story.

Have a great week!

See ya.

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Beliefs book and statistics is today’s topic.  Well, at least mathematical statistics with relation to deception.

Per usual, I was perusing the Coast-to-Coast newsletter last week and one particular subject matter struck me as interesting.  People often lie in polls to make themselves feel better.  For instance, in surveys men will typically overestimate the number of sexual partners they’ve had, while women will underestimate the number.

I haven’t taken my own survey, but as one lone female I can honestly say that women underestimate the number of sexual partners they’ve had not to make themselves feel better or less like a ho, but simply because the sexual partners we’ve had that just plain suck do not compute on our radar for very long.  They barely count.  And believe you me, there are plenty of them that don’t count.  And that’s not an age thing.  Many men have no idea what they’re doing in that department at any age.

So, ladies, if you’ve got one that you can proudly count statistically or otherwise, he’s probably a keeper…

Have a great week!

See ya.

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Casos paranormal.  Not sure what that is.  Or if it’s even related to today’s topic:  chemtrails.  This blog is dedicated to my booty camp lady friends, as I’m always going on and on about the chemtrails when we’re at the park!

Chemtrails are said to be caused by chemical or biological agents deliberately sprayed into the atmosphere by planes.  Chemtrails are different from jet contrails, as contrails (condensation trails) dissipate quickly in the air, while chemtrails linger for some time.

Geoengineering (weather modification) is a rapidly developing industry that is experimenting with aerial spraying/chemtrails.

Ha!

We’ll see if it’s a chemtrail or a contrail in the sky next time, ladies.

Have a great week!

See ya.

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