And yes. Funktify is back :)

So come on you 30 some odd random followers that appeared circa 2009 to hear all about the ending of my beginning. This isnt going to be dramatic stuff, I'm living life and everythings all right living living living life.. Right Daniel Johnson? Of which the devil and you was a very good movie! I don't want to ramble and input song or movie quotes because that style can get a reader confused. So I shall happily write my beautiful thoughts mainly from this tiny white screen that clicks when it types. So excited to be replacing my morning bullshit Facebook search with blogposting instead. Olay!

Two posts in a row? Must be on a roll!

Keep it up keep it up let the wordiness flow! This morning I sit with coffee on cute porch made out of bricks. Our apartment is cute and soon to be destroyed. It's sad really, because this is such a community and the building that they are going to put up in its place will not have a gathering space such as this. But thats what they want. They, the people with the plan, don't want togetherness, exchange of ideas, an informed public. They'd rather us commute in our lonely cars, driving from one mall to the next, stopping at fast food chain, stuffing our heavily oiled faces then go back to work to pay for our debts.
Not me. I am going to have a farm. But first, I will go to yoga.

That lump in your throat that needs to spill your heart out and then you sit down and write. Finally.

There is so much pressure right now, as my fiancee so thoughtfully points out, people are at a breaking point. I sometimes wonder if the conspiracy-type stuff he listens to on the internet is true. Could people really be so evil? Could the government really want to control us that much? Are there really signs of prescription drugs in our water? And how could those people in the laboratories create such an evil thing to make helpless people addicted to it?
Question after question and then you become saddened and then it's replaced with anger. The wondering of what you can do to help. The inability to even say what is on your mind. The letter you should have written a week ago. Your heart spilled out on paper, the lump in my throat returns. The man I am going to marry is perhaps the best person in the world. How could he have remained single for so long?
I have so much that needs to come out right now but it can't. The saddest thing for me when I was getting out of my abusive relationship was the thought that so many other people are in situations similar, or way worse than mine. And this is worse. Because children are involved. All we can do is move forward.