I could be a trapeze artist. Or not.
If you read this blog, you know I have love for my fellow circus freaks. But it's not so much about the circus I'm focusing on, but the running away part.
When I feel down and I can't think of any way to make myself snap out of it, I daydream about running away. I want to run off to a small southern town where no body knows me. Some place quiet and slow where I can pretend I'm someone else. I could be Aubry Little of Arkansas. My whole family died in a horrible cow-related accident and I came to their faire town to begin again. Then after winning the local beauty pagent, establishinga dog and cat reserve program and whan all he men had fallen in love with me, I would pack up and leave in teh middle of the night. I would leave a note saying that I was sad to go but I had to leave and I would come back some day.