Vague Insanty 094

It's not everyday that the magical female ninjas of the Sacred Order of Pain and Pleasure visit me in my nocturnal hallucinations of dreamtime.

In fact, the magical female ninjas of the Sacred Order of Pain and Pleasure have never visited me - ever. Even at Christmas. No matter how many times I invite them. I am beginning to wonder if they even exist.

But they really SHOULD exist, you know? It would be good if the universe did in fact have members of the populace which were highly trained female assassins with excellent gymnastic skills and strange erotic desires that could only be fulfilled by j-ello and banana yogurt.

Still, even if they did exist, the odds that they would choose to exist in my bedroom at a convenient moment (such as one in which I am breathing and may or may not be conscious - really I'm not picky about that sort of thing) is pretty remote.

So I just choose to imagine that they wander into my bedroom whenever I'm not there. I just happen to be at work, or at the grocery store, or on vacation in Spain whenever they stop by, and they wait for a little while, then get bored and confused and move on, thinking they will just have to catch up with me later.

That makes sense, right?

That could happen.