If vampires existed, would I be as strong as Buffy?
Do I even know the concept of punching someone?
Making a fist?
If my nipples took over my boobs, would he tell me?
What if our periods were just five constant minutes of bleeding?
Would it gush?
I wish I knew how to use a sword.
Is showering even worth it?
I wonder if I am a redhead in another dimension.
A lot of things are possible in other dimensions.
I hope my hooker alter ego from dimension 9 uses protection.
I want someone to keep my brain after I die.
Maybe that will make having children worth it.
I probably need another toothbrush.
If someone had a germ detector for sight, they would gag at the sight of me.
I think it just makes me immune.
By the time I'm done processing my thoughts, I have ten minutes left over to get ready.
This is why I take the precaution of getting up at least one hour ahead of time.
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I may be the redhead that you are in another dimension, only dimensions are constantly colliding.
I am also the hooker.
I haven't always used protection, but have been reasonably cautious and am thus far unscathed and unpregnant and unscraped.
And we are both everyone else, too. In the same array of different colliding dimensions.
I have the same weak feelings - could I ever pull off a punch?
How tough could I ever possibly appear?
Like, what's my max toughness?
I want to see that image of me.
I am dirty and proud of it. We are immune! I bathe to relax, and forget the soap. I wash my hair when it gets too gross to be comfortable. Which is disgusting, because I work in a restaurant. I work out and work up an intentional sweat more often than I shower.
Thank god for Bath & Body Works!
Maybe we aren't very effectively managing our outer strength, but we have total power over the inner. We can become immune to anything we face persistently despite our fears. Germs and not-so-gentle men.
I am so morning-thought sessioning right now.
If I am ever late for work, it is the blog's fault.
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