I Have a Crush on Sigmund Freud

I'm a psych major. Still. I have on class left to get my independent study degree. (Can someone please give me a scholarship/grant so I can finish that sucker up ... $296 for the last class, then $296 for a capstone class. I'll dedicate my first book to you!)

All my psychology classes have mentioned Sigmund at least once. I know a lot about him.

And I think he's kind of hot.

I like goatees. And smart guys. With dirty minds.

You know who else is kind of hot?

Yeah, Hemingway! (We are so on the same wavelength here.)

All old, yet virile and strong. Grrrrr.

And creative. I write, he writes; we have a lot in common.

Oh, and he committed suicide in Idaho (I tried to once; Idaho seems to have that effect on us super-smart, creative types.

Go Bobcats.


Oh my, and Sean Connery. Can you imagine? If he we to say, "Brandy, I want you to kiss me," I don't think there is anyway I could refuse.

I especially love him on SNL Celebrity Jeopardy.

He's a funny guy.

Ya. So maybe I'm having a little unresolved Electra complex issues today. Icky tho, right? Who would ever WANT a penis. I mean I whine a complain about the pain and blood and dreadfulness that is Womanhood, but anything is better than carrying around a Mr. Happy in your pants. You agree, right? I KNOW you do.

That's all. Weird mood, weird post. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit. I've done nothing today (besides the awesome, lung imploding 5K run) and that is lovely. Thanks and sorry. (See how polite I am?!)