tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261162596630192850.post6059853627117905333..comments2023-06-30T09:48:39.223+02:00Comments on The Blue Spire: Tonight You Get A Piece Of MePerovskiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02288179080765960283noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261162596630192850.post-5983541227865344102010-08-14T02:37:22.084+02:002010-08-14T02:37:22.084+02:00I like rants :)
The solar plexus feeling is felt ...I like rants :)<br /><br />The solar plexus feeling is felt in me by very, very few people. The ex, for one. Still do. Never knew what it meant, I just accepted it.<br /><br />I fear to say the 's' word lest I get that red, squiggly line! :)Perovskiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02288179080765960283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1261162596630192850.post-4019008720248185162010-08-13T21:34:44.220+02:002010-08-13T21:34:44.220+02:00I am a great believer in synchronicity. See, that ...I am a great believer in synchronicity. See, that red wiggly line again! As for that solar plexus feeling, that usually happens when there is some sort of astral or spiritual link going on. I know what you mean about needy people imposing their stuff on you when you're not in the mood. It happened to me today. I'd just started work, not having worked for two days as I was too ill with a virus, and Mr Windbag called me and droned on and on about the problems with his wretched book and what was I going to do to help him. In vain did I tell him several times that it was a bad time and he was working. Then suddenly he said, 'Gotta go, my toast is ready. I ask you! His toast more important than my work? Hah! (Rant over.)hydrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17050622432144268086noreply@blogger.com