Change of scene

Lately Ive been reflecting on a change of scenery.
Few people in my life that I still know have ever gone away and changed their lives. I guess some have just gone and I never head from them again, but most stay here and live their lives out. The ones I do still talk to that have flown the coop are happy and well adjusted.

I want to change. I want to leave. I don't know how to. Its partly a fear of change in general, but mostly is the fact that it feels impossible. Much like losing the chubb most of the time. Life and body are one in the same when it comes to change. That familiar comfortable place that makes you feel safe, but at the same time makes you claw at the walls to get out.

Maybe I'm waiting for someone to just come along and save me.
MY HERO!!
( Not the kind that comes with bacon & Cheese..although that sounds great right now..and add some extra mayo while your at it!!)

*Pfft!*

Where HAVE all the Cowboys gone? I don't remember ever seeing any to tell you the truth...and trust me Ive been lookin'!
Am I a romantic stuck in a modern cynical world? Or am I just lazy and want to be handed that golden ticket ( But I WAANT One Daaddy!!! Verruca Salt sez..)
instead of working for it.
I'm going home now. I have a chest cold and I'm sleepy. Maybe prince ( shit in Decatur its more likely to be princess!) charming will find me at home under the covers...
weigh in day tomorrow..I have no idea what it will bring.