Twin Flames, which I am with both of them and THREE others, because
I'm uncertain for the exact reason, but I was bound to one particular phenotype/person in this so-called "Twin Flame" phenomenon, which I still don't understand very well, at all, but I was pretty sure that when I started seeing highly-similar people keep showing up in my life, repeatedly, up to and in fact becoming almost like freaking 50/50 clones... well I wondered if I were hallucinating, but once I comfirmed that broads were dying and coming back to life using FTL travel (this is one way time travel can be attained, especially by slingshotting a spacecraft around The Singularity's gravity well)... I realized that someone missed me so much that they came back to rescue me from lonely despair. Because I was somehow "bound" to this "Twin Flame" connection deal, and I was happy to sit around and just... wait.
Wait until she showed up. Or called to say, "Hey, sorry! This is what happened!" Because I didn't know what else to do, I had already tried calling and asking, "Hey, can you tell me what the actual F actually F'ing happened?" This answer never arrived until, oh... like two months ago.
So. I think that might be everything needed. Anyone still unclear? I'm confident that after the solstice portal, everyone will end up where they are supposed to be. And I'll be real surprised if I'm not gonna be allowed to even TALK to One (1) Ms. Maid ever again. I get that this determination has to be made first, though, because I guess a whoooole bunch of OTHER people are all scrambled up as well.
And they probably aren't all time traveling interdimensional mermaid/sourcerors, right? And I am NOT playing delivery driver. If I knew where she was, I would just drive right goddam now. (I'd take a shower first. I'm fine. No really.) But I can't. And I am pretty sure that the main reason is that someone or someone(s)... wanted a Very Public Display Of Devotion. Well,
tout alors! You gott itt.
And Mickey Mouse is probably hella pissed/disappointed... or maybe not, because that's a real friend. It's not like I haen't had sex with her before, though, and I kinda got the impression that she was a hired merc in the situation two years ago. She's not a hostile force to me, regardless of what she did when she was 19. I mean, yeah, that sucked: I bet she won't do that again.

Hopefully this shout-out will avoid a bunny-in-the-pot situation. Haven't touched her in 12 years. Oh yeah, one more thing
I've only been thinking about ONE PERSON when I've been (shocking infrequently) masturbating this year. Maybe, 4 times? Not enough, that's for sure. I'm seriously protein deficient which is evidenced by all the raw meat in the fridge right now.
Oh, and someone has kept calling me and hanging up without saying anything. Which is awesome. is it just... simple fear? Or does she get sued and sent to supermax for 20years if she actually talks on the phone? Triangualtion issue? Hell's bells. Doesn't really seem like I'm -that- scary...
However, I heard there's someone who gained weight, herpes, and HIV/AIDS, and thus, considers herself completely undesirable. I don't think that's the case, but, worst case scenario, sure, I'll start the dating steeplechase with that one. (I used to be fat. I don't judge. Wouldn't stop me from absolutely anything.)
Whew. I think that's all. No, I'm not high. I mean... not high -for me.- Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take off in my spaceship and laserbeam the incorrigible drug addicts from my Moon Mountain Telescoping Targeting Terrorlair. (Proprietary tech; no questions please.) Because I like having the occasional tall, wicked beverage. It's not what's life is all about, but I maintain:
WITH THE DISCIPLINE OF GOD, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE. (Oh yeah, and I met one here, she was half-human and half-Metratron. Wild!)
(TammerLee:KANT READ) So, there are five potential candidates for me, but only one of them is interested at all. I think. Not verifiable since no one talks to me at all and hasn't for months. (Incommunicado blows ass.) And the Flyingmerkitty who misses me, well... hey, I -did- ask if you had seen her, and you said, over and over, "No." Rolleyes Psyop City, Chica Supreme; we'll talk l8r. (Mostly harmless, and they share a freakin' MIDDLE NAME. Come on Jeannies.)