No peeking ....

I see you peeked.  Now, who are you?  I know you purposefully search for me.  I just don't know who you are.  I guess that's okay,  technically this is a public place.  I'm just curious, are you curious about my ever growing curiosity in naughty sex acts?  Are you checking to be certain I haven't run off with your man or your woman?  Are you a virtual spy?  Do you think I harbor national secrets?  Are you interested in me for my money or the lack thereof?  Do you share my love of powdered donuts?  Do you know me?  Do you want to know me?  Are you a friend or foe?   

I know you're there.  I feel your presence.  I just can't hear all the things you never say.

If be ye friend ... welcome.  If be ye foe ... go.  

Soooooo friend, I'm planning a trip to Atlanta this weekend, and the plan is to stay with my friend at her cousin's home.  My friend has been in Atlanta down from Kentucky since Wednesday evening to interview for some jobs.  When she got up this morning and was ready to leave for her first interview, she realized that her car was gone.  Yep ... poof ... just like that, under the veil of a dark Atlanta  night, somebody stole her car.  What a thieving ass.  While this is so not about me, I now have reservations about staying anywhere other than a bolted garage.  Not that I drive a fine car or anything.  Actually I refer to my car as a $2.00 Honda because it's long been paid for and driven approximately 150,333 miles.  However, I am attached to what isn't attached to my car -- a PAYMENT.  If someone steals my car while I am in Atlanta, I will have to get a car payment, and then I'm gonna be pissed!

Since my car doesn't have an alarm on it, I wondered if I could just post this sign and hope for the best:

SNAKE INSIDE, if you think I'm joking, bust on in!
 
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