Back from the Sioux

I frequently catch myself often trying to change my persona, way of living, thinking and acting, complete outward appearance from eye color to hair color to one day maybe even skin color, my actual language and or accent, religion, star sign, the number of piercings in my body, and the list goes on. It is starting to become a little strangulating, stressful, perhaps becoming a bit detrimental to my family and friends and just plain fkkn weird. I believe the term is identity crisis.
So I went to my lake last week and this time I decided to become a....
book worm.
Not just any bookworm but the biggest bookworm of all time. Call me eccentric if you will, but i have read over 15 novels in the last 6 days and I can't stop. I will not stop.
I am tricking my mind into becoming the characters and in turn, my actual life has become a dream/fairytale.
I am now moving to Tokyo to become a professional thief who steals from casino gamblers. So in the next few days I will be taking extensive self defense training and i will be studying all about infrared goggles, ALI cameras, Conduct-O tape, and half gear lock mechanisms. I already know what cacophony means and what a 3056 is so I am well on my way.
I will also be finding my husband out there. He will have long blazing red hair, tear drop tattoos on his strong golden cheek bones, dress in black leather with cowboy boots, and be able to beat up four guys at once. He will be an undercover agent belonging to some crazy underground Japanese Committee and when things don't turn out the way I plan, he will come and rescue me and save my life from drug lords or something. Then, as much as he despises to admit it (because he doesn't believe in it), he will finally tell me he loves me and we will get married. Wish me luck!

My new friends!