The lost blogger....

Wow...I had forgotten I have this.

I'm not sure what I want to say right now..plus I'm at work so I dont want to stay on long.!

I feel like Ralph Machio in that 80's movie...Crossroads.

I'm in such a strange head space. In a million different places but so tunnel visioned right now.

I need to runaway for a bit. I need to charter a plane and fly up to the upper most borders of Canada..then rent a jeep and drive up to Alaska.

All alone. Me, myself, my baggage (pun intended), and my notebook, yes..and actual notebook and pen. Though I do much better typing my thoughts than actually writing them.

I also think going out and just letting loose tomorrow night..and saying fuck everything. Fuck delicate balances of PC schmoozing, fuck the assholes who will turn into the biggest victims that ever were and forget about everything but what terrible things have been done to them...and fuck not having the courage to say what I want to say to who I want to say it.

Seriously.

A really good glass of wine would be amazing right now..but I'll settle on a walk and coffee...and hopefully good conversation.

Its like I'm drowning to be stimulated. Not THAT stimulation...though that is always nice as well...but something to make me *perk*

I'm a *perk* junky!