i still dont like very many people, nor do i believe any bullshit that they dribble out
well. eeeehem. ha. this should make so much sense. how it all unfolded is a lost cause to say the least, but the facts are straight. i am human mush. confusion is my middle name. world turned upside and inside out, down, and around is my motto and the "case of the fuck-it's" is my prognosis. i have no certainty of what i am doing or what i am looking at when eyes hit a calendar. for some reason the concern i have is not as severe as most might expect. i don't feel confident in the great unveiling of it all, but yet i am not afraid. i feel like still water. oh and i'm tired. maybe after awhile my mind will function on track with my age group instead of a single 67 year old drunk woman. so what i now know is needed, is change. but i am tired of changing all by myself. i want to take someone along with me. also, human mush doesn't move very quickly. boo-squad. beat-street. bum-town. wah. wah. i read what i just wrote and am sincerely embarrassed for myself. dear shit does that sound pathetic. truly, i don't mean it how it might sound. i am not sad in the slightest. just mush. and slightly jaded and disappointed in how things turned out. awwww.