pros in different area codes...

while there is much to be discussed since my last few entries, i will give the rundown in a general way so i can go ahead and get to the good stuff... because there are TWO people that actually read this thing, (and i don't even know how often) i guess i am writing all of this for myself; so i can keep an actual track of what has been going on... i have been kidnapped... i fell in love with indianapolis and the people here, and i willingly left with hannah and tyler... they came and got me and i have been in indy ever since. i miss some people in louisville, but for the most part, i am satisfied knowing that it is only a two hour drive back home, and it won't be too difficult to get back there, if i want to see anyone. for right now, call me content... content in my surroundings, maybe... maybe not... but ok without having to worry about pleasing one person in particular.

i cannot even begin to tell you what is so GD special about this individual... i mean, he is a child for crying out loud, and i haven't even known him very long. knowing that i would do anything in the world for him, only for him to talk shit about me behind my back to the new queen bee... makes me wonder about my own sanity... just saying!

so yeah, indianapolis... what can i say... the people here are fantastic... i feel support from the people around me... needless to say, being the new girl in town, there is always room for people to want to know your dish, and for people to ask questions and speculate. but what is even greater is when you realize that for once, you are small potatoes compared to the regulars at these clam bakes.

i went camping this past weekend, completely full of fear that people were going to ask questions about my situation. and believe me... they did... but instead of being the main event, there were other people there, going through their own shit... it reminded me of a lion's den... whoever was going to open up that trap door was not going to get out alive. and i left that opportunity for the people who had been around these parts for a while. the ones who could defend themselves amongst each other better. not this little southern belle who didn't know hardly anyone, and was scared to even utter my address... being among people who had their own laundry aired out in front of everyone else, their wounds exposed, their secrets cast out among the crowd... the vulnerable and the wicked... it made me grateful to know that this shit goes on everywhere... not just in the 502...