"Bagels and biscuits, biscuits and bagels, baskets and biscuits, bagels and seagals! Bagels, biscuits, baskets, and bagels- seagals, baskets, bagels, and biscuits! Biscuit basket bagel basket, bagel basket seagal bagel!
There can only be one."
I'm feeling I can't make up my mind about what I'm feeling, my focus is in an adamant staring contest with my imagination and control of each is limited by unknown forces; of course then I've made up my mind.
I encountered a succubus tonight, but I kept my skepticism, saw the red flags and survived. I'm thinking I'm happy with being single for eternity, like a shaman or a poet warrior. I guess I have that age old adage stuck in my head that the grass is greener where its not being lit on fire by a physco.
*shrugs*