the objective

Wow. I found this. This page. Has it been a year? Already? Long time. Things have changed. Changed and changed and changed inside all this sameness. A bigfoot body's been found and forgotten by everyone, it seems, cept me. My blood seems older, darker, worrisome. I cut my hair. My fuckin Samson hair. Cut it off. I didn't even care. That's a huge change for me. I frown at men now, when they smile cheekily at me in grocery stores. Gross. Now, when I go out anymore, I cover my hair. Silly. Weird.

I started with do rags, some time back. Curly ball pokin out the back. Now I cover the ball too. Only wisps on my neckline give away my color. I dunno, I feel ... plainer, cleaner, more respectable, .... Mrs. not miss.

I've made freinds and discarded them inside of this year.

I'm bitter. Girlfreinds are just too much hassel. Too needy. Mostly, women just want me to make them feel beautiful when they're around. I see some chick I haven't seen in 8 months and the first thing they say to me is "Mandy! I need a haircut!" or "Mandy! Look at these roots!"

sadly, when you've got talent, your 'freinds' go by the wayside and wash up as custies.

My one good true long time freind struggles with addiction. Addicts can see the good in anyone, I see the addiction swamping..... that person... might be great, but that's not that person. That's Addiction. Can't trust it.

I wonder, If something nudged the moon, Just enough to set it to spinning, what would be the earthly consequences.

I should really write. Books. The stories are there already.

Epics.

Bout a man.

His name's Montanna.

He was turned into a god by some believer he'd never met.

A real man. A living god.

It's actually pretty sad.

But oh, the adventures he has...

anyways..

.....he should come across big foot....

I'm sewing a bigfoot skirt.

also a mjolnir one,

My plan originally was to make this one of those cool grown up lady's craft blogs.

I don't reckon it's too late.