Back to ME ... Dammit!!

So, what does one mean when they say back to me?? FFS I haven't a clue, I was such a happy little blogger over at 360, then those rat bastards had to go and muck it all up and ruin my little self imposed world.

I have looked around, here via my love Heater, Facebook, via my love Monica and my child, I had a twitter moment that turned into a serious twat moment. I couldn't even stand it, I have been tagged, and multiplied and honestly, I still feel lost.

I have turned back to my books, since last moment here I have read so many it isn't even funny, From the Aztec indians to The Mistress's Daughter, one on girlfriends and one on secrets, One on Family and one on Family disasters.. ahhhh such is life in the LOST and FOUND..

Remember those boxes? At school and work, Lost and found, you lost something while quickly heading to that box of misfortune, you prayed no one else had claimed your prized possesion. You'd get to the box, not find your prizes possesion, yet you looked at other stuff as that, JUST STUFF.. JUNK..

In life why is it that we see others items or lives as JUNK..

I have met some wonderfully interesting people on my little journey of life, I have met some I wish to know more, and lord knows some I wish I could forget..lol

I just have to remember to try not to see their lives as JUNK..

as they say.. we can't understand another unless we have walked a mile in their shoes..

aimlessly wandering.. and back on track.. I need to find my JUNK and get it back into one collective pile..

Hugs and stuff..

mik