Dream, dream, dream

So, what is new in the land of make-believe?

 

 

I finally received my federal curio & relic firearms license. This means I can purchase any antique or relic firearm (there is a list) from anywhere in the United States without having to go through a FFL holder, like a gun store or pawn shop. This will allow me to purchase my Russian collection a lot easier…except that I have no money to do so. *sigh*

 

I did a check-up on my MySpace.com page recently. Unfortunately, I had no messages. I hadn’t logged in for about two moths. I guess it shows how lame it has gotten. Facebook.com is where the action is at. That, and Twitter, which I refuse to partake in.

 

Been trying to make new friends online, but that has not been going well. The requirements I have set out are a little tough for some to swallow, so I know it is me when it comes to not finding someone. I just have a few requirements that relate to some ideology I hold, of which I won’t go into detail here…ever.

 

I upped my meds. I needed to. I was at the minimum therapeutic dose anyway, so for a person of my size, it made sense that I do so. Now, disappointment does not lead to the blues. I get to roll on.

 

However, now I am VERY tired. My dreams have also intensified, so it makes waking up a challenge because I slip into Lamictal Land so easily. I dream that I am awake sometimes, going through my normal morning motions. Of course, I wish I would have a wet dream in there or two, but that just doesn’t happen.

 

Well, sorta. I did have a dream last night in which there was sex that was implied, but not observed. Does that count? No. I have only had 4 dreams in my life in which I am actually having sex, or observing those who are. Four. And they were with people I know. First one was in second grade ( I know. Crazy). The next two were in junior high. And one more about 2 years ago ( I think I may have blogged about it. I can’t remember). No more in my raging hormone years, or single guy years, or the oh-god-I’m-married years. Believe it or not, those dreams actually altered the relationship I had with that person. Usually it was to push them away.

 

Now, my real life sexual adventures have been very entertaining. I could tell some stories! Not here, though. Not appropriate. Besides, I am a better talker than typist.

 

Are we going to have another war on our hands? North Korea is being a pain. We should not invade. However, I do believe we should help protect South Korea, as there has never been no formal end to the war there. Let us hope for the best.

 

Personally, I wish we could send a team of S.E.A.L.s in and scuttle the USS Pueblo (AGER-2). Of course, we actually have full maritime legal right to scuttle the ship, and it would completely piss off the North  Koreans. It was something the original crew was supposed to do in the first place, and this would just be completing the mission. A midnight explosion sinking her would be perfect, especially since there are daytime tours. We don’t want to risk killing anyone.

 

Alright, folks. Hopefully I’ll write more this week.

 

L8rs-