So, I haven’t done anything with this in quite sometime. Ideas in my head but not enough drive or something I guess. Tonight I felt like babbling so I’ll go ahead and give it a go. Wheee! Life here is fucked up as always… Sorta a little more fucked up than normal but I guess that’s the way shit happens sometimes.

You learn real fast which friends are for real and which ones aren’t. I think this is why I don’t have any “real” friends anymore. I have a lot of acquaintances or people that see themselves as being my friends but I wouldn’t trust them with anything, that’s for sure. There are days every now and again though where I did wish I had more “real” friends. My husband is definitely my friend but he’s my husband, can’t tell him everything. Then you have one other person who I would say is just under my husband in the closeness and trust factor but their own burden is often so heavy that I can’t add the weight of mine. Oh well.

Some days I feel like I’m running up a down escalator. Of course…doing such a thing probably wouldn’t be all that intelligent but that’s how it feels anyway.

Sometimes it occurs to me to wish that life were simpler but then it wouldn’t be my life, would it? The only simpler time I have is back when I was four or five, after I hit seven that shit just rolled downhill like a motherfucking avalanche bent on eating as many skiers as possible. I know a lot of retards like to harp on bad childhoods but I got no beef with my childhood or anything my parents did. I’d just say that my life has been complex since I was seven and it’s never stopped being that way.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh I’m not Atlas let me tell you. People can take their drama to some other doorstep I’m not going to weight of the world their shit that’s for damn sure. I got so much shit on my plate some days that I could invite people over and have a buffet. Oh well, to use one of the currently most over used phrases in the American lexicon, It Is What It Is.

So here’s a tip of that hat to all you motherfuckers out there that think you’ve got sooo many problems. Write me about them and we’ll see if you want to trade. Yeah, that’s what I thought.