Freud inhabits one half of my brain. I'm not sure which half; though I suspect it to be the bottom half. I read, "Eh, boy. Rectals..." I'm beginning to think that I do not have a form of dyslexia. Rather, the Freudian part of my brain is reading ahead, which puts me behind the curve in comprehension, at least for a moment or two.
Maybe this is the reason all my bathing suit browsing happens on the Interwebz.
(BTW, my captcha, fittingly, is culatica. Some things, I just couldn't make up if I tried.)
I started this blog in February 2010 as a Lenten exercise in discipline. I posted something daily during Lent, whether I had anything interesting to say or not.
I also pledged to myself that I would dance each day during Lent. I walked away from the blog for much of the five years since. I'm inching back.
I am mistakenly called Stacy on a frequent basis by people I've just met, and sometimes by people I've known for awhile. I am Not Stacy.
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Freud inhabits one half of my brain. I'm not sure which half; though I suspect it to be the bottom half. I read, "Eh, boy. Rectals..." I'm beginning to think that I do not have a form of dyslexia. Rather, the Freudian part of my brain is reading ahead, which puts me behind the curve in comprehension, at least for a moment or two.
Maybe this is the reason all my bathing suit browsing happens on the Interwebz.
(BTW, my captcha, fittingly, is culatica. Some things, I just couldn't make up if I tried.)
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