Flying without a net.

I had to take my coat off and put my hair up for this. You are welcome.

Right turn Clyde. Sorry if many of you don't get that reference. Sucks to be you. I have used this many times in my life to describe change of thought, or even, imaginary justice. This time, both.

Truth is, I don't really give a rat's ass what you think. And, I don't really care if you never talk to me again. I have the realness in my life that leads me to those people that I can count on. Sorry, you didn't make the cut.

I'm just so confused by some people. Why make a farce of emotion or intention? What purpose does it serve? Why not just stay in your sandbox and play, and not involve people that actually feel and live? It makes me want to punch things, and hurt ....uh....things.

I do what I say. I live what I feel. I dream and breathe and feel guided by a higher purpose. I don't care if you understand that or not. It's what I do. So, before you tap on the glass....think about what you are getting yourself into. Lies don't get me hot. Selfish judgements don't make you cool. Just leave me alone if you can't be real.

Decisions I make have nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me. It's how I roll. Always. Start this conversation with yourself before approaching me on any level.

I can be your best friend, or your worst enemy......but the constant remains....There is always a guiding voice inside me that won't put up with your bullshit. I'll take mine real thank you.

People always say, "Don't cross Casi." It's true. While I want to be forgiving, and let it lie....I just can't. And my biggest fault is this....My need for revenge. But the kicker is this.....why cross me? Why not just be honest and talk to my face? Why not just say what you mean, and mean what you say? Herein lies the problem?

So.....here I go again....to denut what needs to be nutted. To right the wrong. It's an internal need. And again...it sucks to be you. I was straight with you......

Lighting the torch and sharpening the pitchfork.

Casi's life part Deux

I suppose happiness is defined differently by so many. What makes each of us happy is unique to who we are and what we want. I'm 41, and shit -tickled happy.

I'm scaring the shit out of so many people, and yet, they haven't seen a glimpse of what I am really capable of doing. It's my life, and I'm happy, so why can't people just be happy for me? The answer is this: I'm not following what society expects me to do. So what? Who made the rules anyway?

This life decision is brought to you by pride, and that small voice inside yourself that you should have listened to. You stay safe, I'm jumping off that bridge.

Thank you so much to the people that have taken the time to really know what makes me tick. That see the value in my words and actions. I love you all. I mean really love you.

I left work tonight and told the store keeper of the store I frequent the most of my decision. Dude flat out floored me. Gave a speech of epic proportions. I left there smiling, and wondering, how the hell can that guy get me, and so many people close to me......well.....

I can't tell you how grateful I am that I have people in my life that support me, no matter what. Most of all, my youngin'!

Sometimes the ride is scary...but so fucking worth it!

Do something today that scares the shit out of you!

More to come......