tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10267922.post2208017631458582080..comments2023-09-02T06:18:57.484-06:00Comments on Random Thoughts from the Center of the Universe: Sometimes a Hippo is Just a HippoUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10267922.post-29622260447033232822007-09-07T08:20:00.000-06:002007-09-07T08:20:00.000-06:00That's brilliant! Thank you Dr Freud! Let's see, I...That's brilliant! Thank you Dr Freud! Let's see, I'm not currently involved in a love affair, I'm not pregnant, I don't think I was hungry when I went to bed, but I could have been. If I wasn't hungry, It must be the second one. I think to release my id I should go dance naked under the full moon or something super primative and wild.Cassie the Greathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02298645774562654473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10267922.post-289530932294187212007-09-06T22:54:00.000-06:002007-09-06T22:54:00.000-06:00Vell, to begin with you do mention love in your po...Vell, to begin with you do mention love in your post, so that could be ze Freudian slip, ya? - telling you that you are feeling overwhelmed (devoured) by whatever love affair you are currently involved in. <BR/><BR/>Or, the child could represent your id being devoured by your superego, thus representing your uncertainties regarding your future as you move into adulthood and away from ze innocence of childhood. Sound good, ya? <BR/><BR/>Or it could mean you are pregnant lol. <BR/><BR/>Or, it might mean you vent to bed verrry hungry. <BR/><BR/>Have und good evening Fraulien. Glad I could help. (That will be 300 dollars lol). <BR/><BR/>-RustyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com