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Insanity is the RULE. [There's way, way too much in just the mention, for here.] (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXII) We've not seen one another for intents, For nigh a decade. Now I'm old sans bail, And she's no babies, but four kids t'avail, (Back then but two mere babies.) Wherefore hence Meet now, and at yes, Woodman's?! Ask me thence My name, and la, guess I've not changed; detail No further cuz I am too stunned. Pray? They'll Know more about me in trice now. Whence? Go to refuel once back, and I'm in tour Rear-ended. Like, my head is spinning. Do The math for all, yes, later. WHY, as twere All this?! "The LORD's His eye on you--" yes, true, But, come, wherefore these odd things? What is poor? I'm all mixed up (and ******* LORD, I wait You. 14Nov25b
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Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
Who or What Jinxed me TODAY?!
Insanity is the RULE. [There's way, way too much in just the mention, for here.] (sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCCLXII) We've not seen one another for intents, For nigh a decade. Now I'm old sans bail, And she's no babies, but four kids t'avail, (Back then but two mere babies.) Wherefore hence Meet now, and at yes, Woodman's?! Ask me thence My name, and la, guess I've not changed; detail No further cuz I am too stunned. Pray? They'll Know more about me in trice now. Whence? Go to refuel once back, and I'm in tour Rear-ended. Like, my head is spinning. Do The math for all, yes, later. WHY, as twere All this?! "The LORD's His eye on you--" yes, true, But, come, wherefore these odd things? What is poor? I'm all mixed up (and ******* LORD, I wait You. 14Nov25b
So, get this...I noticed this lady with her 4 kids as I was finishing grocery shopping, and minutes later when I was putting my groceries through self-checkout, she stops me to ask whether my name begins with "J--" and I say, "yes." Then she says, "Is your name Jenny?" And that was only the beginning. Once I was back in Bolingbrook, head still spinning, some dude backs up into my car when the gas station is an insane pile up of vehicles going in every direction, literally. Dang! And my car was so nice until you did that.
JennyGordon
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51/F/Bolingbrook, IL
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
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