03
Feb
10

Oh What to do…..

I’m trying to think of what to do with my life now that I’m bonne fide nuts.  I did say to myself if i ever went nuts again that would be it.  It would be to pack my bags and head to the nearest cliff and top myself…..I am so fed up of going do lally…. the whole world seems to be beavering away into some strange land whilst I’m stuck in this purgortry nonsense of being as sick as a parrot.

It’s strange when your mad.

I was just wondering what I’m going to do with my life.  After the argument today with my intended, I don’t think I would like to bring kids into the foray.  It ain’t nice to be a shouty household….I think control over one person is enough.

I hope I’m doing the right thing it’s been so long and my brain and heart are saying two different things.  It’s a hard decision……I’ve just been surfing the net onto all different types of things and trying to raise some inspiration for some hairbrain plan to try and set up a business.  The latest is to arrange an ashram….don’t ask me why…..


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