I realize it's been awhile since I've written.  Well, never fear, I'm back at this point.  For now.  I can't make any promises.  Not that anyone is going to see this anyway, I'm sure everyone's given up on me.  And I don't blame them.  But I have been busy.  I think.  I don't know.  In all honesty, I couldn't tell you what I've been doing instead of writing.  Not thinking about it I guess.  Losing myself.  Growing.  Changing.  I don't know what...who...I am anymore.  I'm losing touch with myself.  I used to be a big hippie.  I used to think clearly.  I used to know what I wanted.  I have no idea anymore.  Sure, I still want a little weenie dog, but aside from that...I don't know.  I have no goals.  I need goals.  Or do I?  I wonder how everyone else lives.

I wonder how everyone forms their opinions and how they make their descisions.  And how do they figure what's best for them?  I know what does it for me, but is it the same in everyone else?  I realize not everyone is the same...but there has to be some sort of....something.  Am I talking outta my ass?  I don't know, I've just been thinking a lot lately.  Trying to figure out what to do with my life.  I don't know what I want to do anymore.  I don't know if I ever did.  Massage therapy would be nice, but I honestly can't see myself doing it as a profession.  I could be wrong, it's happened before, don't look so surprised!  Contain yourselves!!  Oh, I've taken this too far, it's just not funny, I know, I'm sorry....really sorry.

Can I mention that I experienced mushrooms for the first time this summer?  I think I will.  Because it was a fun experience.  It happened at Shakin' the Lake (which was an experience unto itself).  It was amazing.  But it wasn't what I had expected.  To me, it was just like weed, only 20 times better.  I didn't hallucinate or anything, which I had expected to do, but oh well.  I was happy...flying.  It was an awesome time.  Shakin' the Lake was like...the best weekend of my whole entire life.  It was great!!

Moving right a long, I have to mention that I hate my cat.  I mean, Misty.  She's a slut.  Goes around to all the men in the house before me.  Pfffft.  She's my damn cat.  Bah.  I know, it's not important, but it bugz me.  Animals must do certain things just because they can.  Like piss people off.  I would.

I think it's about time that the random thoughts in my head ceased.  Otherwise, I'm going to go insane and explode.  I want to keep writing, but I don't have anything more to say.  Fawk.  I hate that, I don't want to babble, I want to be able to make some sense.  Maybe make you think a bit, but I don't think I ever really accomplish that.  Oh well.  Take care.  SAVE THE WORMS!