There is no place like home! There is no place like home! There is no place like home!.......I opened my eyes and damned if I wasn't still in Jacksonville.  It worked for Dorothy why can't it work for me....errghhhh!!!!  Maybe if I get a dog named Toto and some shinniny red shoes it will help.

Man how I am begining to hate this city more and more.  It seems like something happens everyday to make me just want to run for my birthplace, and that's bad considering home is in Detroit.

I've thought about maybe moving back to Virginia, that was a nice place, Virgina Beach to be exact...we spent almost 4 years there when we were in the military.  It's right in between my hometown and my husband's.  I talked to him about it tonight and he seemed open to the idea and it doesn't snow there much, so it would  be ideal. 

I am going to look into the job market there, see if my company has an office there.  I heard they have a nice poetry scene there too, plus I still have some friends there that I coud hook up with.  In fact, maybe I can take a trip up there this year.  I truly need a vacation.

I need some positive changes.  I've taken a seat from performing poetry for a lil bit (that's what I'm thinking), just writing right now.  Not sure where I'm at with the whole "spoken word" thing, don't have a love for it at the moment.  People have been telling me we all go through it, but it seems to be different for me this time.  I took a seat before for a different reason.  But I won't dwell on it, whatever happens, happens.  If I get back up there I do, if I don't, I don't.  Everything comes in due time.

Someone made a comment during a conversation today about me....lol, they always doing that, but I sat back and analyze it...been doing a lot of that.  Why is it when something major happens in your life you go through crap like this?  Things that make you go...hmmmmmm.  Went off track (ADD quicking in and I know someone in particular has stop reading this by now...lol TS). 

They said I "withhold information when it comes to how I'm really doing", my response was  basically "aint that calling the pot calling the kettle black" because of something they did, which I thought was majoroly (I know probably not a word, but poets can do that...lol) jacked up.  Then I got to thinking I probably do it a lot, but SO WHAT!!!!, why should I reveal all my dayum cards so you can do one of four things *judge me, *analyze me, *try to fix me or *ignore me, instead of just being there for me when I need you.

Tilll next time....