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Ohh, my God

I have to tell you (even if doing so is not entirely politically correct)—strangely enough, I have grown rather fond of Progressive Field, and really was hoping the Indians might be so kind as to win the World Series there.  Mhmm!  And now that’s exactly, what we’re gonna do ;oD

So, hoorahhh for that!  And notably, ’cause this World Series schedule has been so super exhausting—this way, I can catch up on my beauty sleep whilst my ballplayers mosey on back.

And then, lastly, I’ll tell you what else…

I’m not gonna make a habit of this behavior right—but the following two emails from the end of my Becoming Mary Jane/Trilogy Book Series, have now also become relevant:

FRIDAY/December 5th, 2014 @ 9:25am

Dear Senator Coley,

Also, sorry…

I just wanted to thank you for the pearl of wisdom in that some models come with God sold separately (in regard to our S.B.43 work in changing the reporting requirement from the National Bureau of Criminal Investigation to Ohio’s Attorney General’s Office).  I likely never would’ve been able to have found that knowledge without your aide.  Consequently, to you, I am forever now indebted to serve for good.

Also, please see this link @ Nietzsche (32nd second):

Good Will Hunting quotes Nietzsche…

That’s who.

Sincerely, Marissa

MONDAY/December 8th, 2014 @ 2:58am

Dear Senator Coley,

This one’s a little more complex; so I was hoping I might be able to get your thoughts on it:

God Kingdom:  Man Freedom

Do you think that’s right?  Because I’m pretty sure our Founding Fathers shot the arrow straight through time into the bullseye.

Any input would be greatly appreciated of course.  Also, it’s 2:52am as I’m writing this.  I’m not drunk; unless beautiful thought can then, in fact, be intoxicating after all.

My body is free from all toxins but for American Spirit (yellow series).

Also, I miss you.  I know I’m not “supposed” to say that because your are a legislator and for some reason unchaste love has become treason.

But it’s the truth; so I suppose that’s the true meaning of “trump” after all.

Who knew.

All My Love,

Marissa Kristina Varcho