My marine was released, flew the fck away from this city.
To Phoenix, Arizona to take part in extreme sports. He said to me, sweetie, you have a beautiful mind, but you attract weirdness, you should write a book about this trip.
The evening before I had a series of sudden flashbacks - Indian tribes, to civil war scenes, then woke up suddenly. Old lady was looking at me menacingly then hovered above my bed. I screamed. I told this to reception and was told they once had an old lady of that description check in my room months back. I told them she was dead. I felt the presence of a couple ghosts in that place. Was sick as a dog the whole time. I found out later... this was where the "eye of horus" faces. My marine is a freemason. A chic tried to seduce him last night to dinner etc. I caught her red-handed wearing hot red lipstick while I went to get a snack from the snack machine but my marine had passed her "dinner" suggestion to do his laundry.
LB, some other chick I befriended there who witnessed all this told me she was going to blog about me and the drama that went on with me screaming each night, my marine arrested etc. holy hell.
Termy, I need dull.