I was reading a blog the other day (by devilgyrl and Cannon_Fodder), and they called out all lurkers. I lurker is someone who reads but doesn't post. Now I don't want to call out lurkers at all. Why? What would happen if no one responded? I would need to double up on my medication. And I am not sure that would be a safe thing to do.
I like the idea of lurkers. I like to think that there are people reading me and not responding, so I can make up any number that I see fit. I can imagine thousands of lurkers reading me, laughing at my jokes, falling in love with my sweet personality. I have a good imagination. I don't want to know that I have 12 occasional lurkers who are in middle school and got to my site because they were hoping to see cum-soaked panties. If that is reality, I want my fantasy.
By the way, I was reading Ms. Peculiar (I am a lurker on her site, too). Funny thing is that my brain reads "particular" when I see "peculiar". Goodness, I hope none of you is a shrink. Anyway, her snow days post is absolutely beautiful. Sort of makes me want snow in Georgia, except I don't like to be cold.
What was I talking about? Fantasies? I know, you want me to talk about nylon rope and whipping cream, garter belts and crotchless panties. But I am talking about what is real verses what we think is real. Sort of.
A little while ago, I was in a public restroom on another floor. I heard someone talking on a cellular phone in the restroom. When I am talking to someone on the phone, I have a fantasy – that they are giving me their undivided attention. The reason I bring this up is that I flushed the toilet – and the toilet sort of freaked out. It kept flushing and flushing. Loudly. And all I could think was, "This person on the phone is busted because the flushing was so loud, the person on the other end of the phone had to know she was in the Ladies' Room."
When people are calling me, I expect their undivided attention. I don't want them to be using the restroom, masturbating, cleaning the kitchen floors. I know, a fantasy. Actually I sometimes wonder if the telemarketers are masturbating while trying to make me buy something. I mean, they seem to be saying, "Hello, ah, ah, Leesa." So are they masturbating or are they looking for my name on their computer screens. Impossible to say for sure. But then again, it is my fantasy.
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