dancing is fun until you pull a muscle
i am going out of my mind. why was i laughing hysterically before? yeah that picture of me as a little kid with the popsicle and the red sunglasses is funny, but is it that funny? and was my old lady dream that funny that time? oh well, i think i have just come to accept that my mind does not really work like other peoples, but with this get worse as i get older? I guess ill just end up being that crazy old lady. i see myself having really skinny arms and legs, but a big belly, and all of the kids in the neighborhood will tell eachother great stories about how i am a witch and i have a thousand cats and i only eat the flowers from my garden and thats why i keep them so nice. and when i look out the window at the street they will all scatter and pretend they werent looking at my house, trying to find evidence of my magic. but ill just keep let them thinking all of those stories are true so they have crazy adventures during summer vacation trying to prove them. maybe ill even put on my costume jewelry and my big hat with the red flower pinned to the side and dance around in front of the window with one of my cats just to let them keep believing in something. i am feeling really on track lately.