The Crazy Life

I have a fucked up life. Not bad, fucked up, but just kind of fucked up right now. Things are up and down and crazy and full of sadness and hurt and laughter and storytelling and low sugar shaking and dancing in the kitchen and drinking wine and all that bittersweet shit.

I'm not a beautiful writer. I'm not always the greatest person. I might try to do the right thing all the time, but it's not neccessarily the best thing, or the smartest thing, but I do what I think is right.

Despite everything, I had a really good weekend.

And yea, I really fucking needed it.

Something about a phoenix, fire, ashes, burning everything up and starting over.

Sometimes I wish I could rewind my life and start over.

I suppose falling down seven times, getting up eight, is as close as I'm going to get.