I am at one of those points where I have so much to say, but no motivation to say it.  Life has been a constant state of flux since I moved out, and my emotions aren't helping to ground me.  Neither is Juice or his life and his entanglements with my life.  He's like the mob...just when I think I'm out, he keeps pulling me back in.

All I have the energy to say right now is that everything in my life is at odds.  Just when I feel like I am turning a corner and good things should start coming (or good times should start rolling) something happens and WHAM! (not the 80's group.  Shit...now I've got Wake me up before you go go stuck in my head!) I'm back flat on my ass at square one.

I just need one good thing...one leg up...and I'm sure I can drag myself to a better place.  

I am sick of this fucking scene man.  I wish I had those red shoes so I could click myself over the rainbow.

I wish for so many things.