Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself.

OMG.

There's a new pony in town...

 His name is Tex. And he thinks he's pretty tough. 

But WigWam is not easily intimidated. (as we learned last time.)

Tex showed up with his own herd of back-up.

 But he didn't count on the largeness of WigWam's tribe.

 Obvs, WigWam won the showdown. And he and his gang took Tex's women prisoner. Tex is now a part of WigWam's herd. 

He's pretty fab.

 And the women prisoners are up for grabs!!

They are: (from the top)

- So-Soft Sundance

- Caramel Crunch

- Galaxy

- Princess Sapphire

- Bowtie

- Milky Way

To be fair, I'm offering 1st choice to the 5 people who sent me emails in response to the sociopath riddle post (Peri, Clytie, Nessa, Amber, and Neverfit). Since that only leaves one pony left over...

I've been cleaning out my junk drawers. I'm making 5 "goodie" bags from the most interesting items I find. The 5 gals in the last paragraph may choose a pony or a goodie bag. After that, the first 6 commenters who want something fun (pony or goodies) need only ask, and ye shall receive. :D

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The bullet is enormous, there is no escaping!

A couple people have inquired about the boy on whom I was crushing a while back, and since there were so many crush-posts, I suppose I owe an explanation.

Nothing happened with the boy. I presume I scared him off after that horrific first date. I guess he just wasn't interested. That's why the last shore trip wasn't as fun as it could have been--the boy was there the whole week. And he was totally nice and fun to hang out with and everything, but he definitely does not seem interested in pursuing any kind of relationship.

So yeah I was really really kind of upset about the boy, because I really really liked him.

I don't know what to do with those kinds of emotions. My brain gets all befuddled.

 So what do you do when you find a new weird thing and don't know what it is? What anyone who never matured emotionally past the preoperational stage would do.

My neurons poke it with a stick.

 That kind of hurts.

But I still don't understand it.

So it gets poked some more.

But I think I'm done wallowing. I don't hold with that sort of thing anyway. Softness in the head and whatnot. WEAK.

...In the end, though, if he was frightened by just one falling episode, I suppose it's good he stopped calling. Because I tend to fall down A LOT. Vertigo is the official diagnosis, mainly because Doc doesn't know what else it could be without a barrage of tests that my health insurance will not cover. 

At least once a day, I will be walking or just going about my merry way, and all of a sudden it feels like the ground just tipped sideways. 

You try remaining upright. It's impossible. 

Which is why it makes me giggle whenever I hear someone use that cliche of "getting back on the horse." Because it was getting back on a literal horse that resulted in me getting thrown off again and sustaining the head injury that I'm pretty sure is responsible for nearly all of my medical complaints, chiefly the vertigo. 

Airplanes and carnival rides intensify the ground-instability by like 300%. Trains and buses, too. I cannot walk around while the train is moving. The vertigo now reaches the point of extreme motion sickness and blinding headache.

But for some reason, the vertigo is completely cured on boats. 

Therefore, I must find me a rich man with a nice yacht. Or even better, a schooner. There's some delicious ones on ebay. I find this one to be to my liking:

This one's even better!!!

and it's only like $4 million. 

My Little Pony giveaway coming in the next post!! I'm gonna go back to trawling round the Amazon discussion forums. People are cray-cray!!!


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