While we can choose a great direction....

life sometimes sends the unexpected barreling down the road to knock us off path.

I think how we deal with the potholes and curves are just as important if not more so than the direction we take.

Because really....where are we going?

abso-freakin'-lutely!!!!

I was born to a scando/irish mix in Australia!!!

...adopted to some REALLY messed up people..

...had no room for a tumultuous teenagehood...was independent and firing on all cylinders at 15

....met the father of my four children before 18...had 18 CRAZY years together

...have lived as a quasi sane singl-ish woman for the past 11 years

....had, been had, devoured and been sated by the yang to my yin...

learnt, loved, lived, and am still breathing even though I was supposed to be dead by now!


who wouldn't be ecstatic with the direction of their life?

Pleased with my writing.

Everything else sucks llama chunks. Hey, that sounds like a frozen entree.

<----------am pleased that the llama poo chunks are at Lex's joint, not mine.

That's just particle physics -- as Stephen Hawking explained it to me....he talks funny....

I might be if there was any direction to it. I go forward, back, and sideways with remarkable agility. Plus I veer off for no reason just to see what I can see. Basically I'm direction free, which works for me.

Very pleased, work in progress but ever more amazing by the day ^_^

NO !..

I wanna new one...

and....working on it.....

If my life has a direction, only God knows what it is.

But Jess Your not broken.

i must get far more done than i have. i have done much, but have much to do yet.



and unbelievably thankful for what i have....as i'm not in a burn ward, i can walk, and see, and i have all working limbs and facilities.

Honestly, I am a bit dissappointed.

I spent years and a buttload of money to become an alcoholic on which to blame any shortcommings in life....not an alcoholic. (Quit cold turkey after 20 yrs....not even the dt's)

My aspirations of becoming a midget pro wrestler had to be dumped in 2nd grade after another unwanted growth spurt.

My dream of becoming a billionaire televangelist went down the crapper when I realized I was an aethiestic heathen.

I wanted to be Queen Elisabeth's cabana boy.....no dice.

I wanted to marry Ellen DeGeneres.....ain't happenin.
Thought I was a lock in on America's Got Talent for my freestyle masturbatory skills...(Those hacks fear my greatness)

All in all, I should probably be depressed.....then again, when I am naked and look down, I can't help but grin and say...."DAMN! My life is great!"

Very happy for you.....what a wonderful life.....

No, I'm not.

Nope....not broken....had a few stumbles, a few false restarts....but am NOT broken....nuts perhaps....but joyfully so.