Hello fine folks of bloglandia. Time once again for #SoCS. Linda gives us #321. Divided by 52 = six+ years. Is that funny math? I’ve been here since July 2017, almost three years. Any who, three, six, nine the goose drank wine, the monkey smoked tobacco …. that’s amaze balls. Oops, my stream is starting early. Let’s begin again, shall we?
Linda writes, and I copy/paste re-write …
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “want.” Make the word “want” the first, second, or third word of your post. Have fun!
Hmmmm. Is a sound. Not a word. Not yet y’all. My “real” as opposed to fake post starts in starts 1 2 3, ready set go!!
“I WANT it ALL” and I WANT it now. Or, better yet. “I Want To Break Free”. Queen interlude:
Did ya come back?
Man Freddie could sing. When I first read the prompt, these songs were all I could think of. Then I thought “want in one hand and you know what in the other and see which fills up faster”. My dirty mouth, no it’s Orbit gum you lint licker. LOL. I am hot, I mean I am streaming. All I want to do make people smile or belly laugh or guffaw. All I want to do is sleep again. See what sleep deprivation does to a gal and this gal Sal is really me, Jilly.
We got the news, we are homeward bound until 9/1/20 and not the Simon and Garfunkel good kind of “Homeward Bound”. The bound, gagged, torture. And yeah some may swing that way. Me? I’ll never tell. Hmmm I might have to re-watch “Pulp Fiction” Brucie boy …
But seriously Meredith Grey, the lady doest protest too much. I have not had to put gasoline in the tank since mid March. I can throw all sense of fashion out the window though I do dress in “street clothes” each day (toss out to my man G who I miss more than he knows!!) cuz ya know, sleeping is already an issue. I’ve got to know day from night somehow.
Alrighty, I’ve passed my quota of absurd. This want filled post was created as part of that which is called Stream of Consciousness Saturday #SoCS. If you want to join us, here are rules and ping back.
As always, more to come.