Thursday, October 16, 2008

Bleeding vagina liberal

Today I have Math and English Assessment tests required by the college if one hasn't been in school over 5 years. I haven't taken a "test" in years, and after overcoming many real world challenges (like closing quarter million dollar deals) one would think a placement test would be a non anxiety provoking task... but I feel like I'm in 11th grade all over again, the feeling of dread seeming to grow and multiply within as the seconds of the day tick away.

I wonder if I can bring a calculator to the math test.

New York Institute of Technology is the DEVIL. Yes, Satan himself, tangibly formed into buildings, offices and all those satanic souls found in those offices. They are withholding my transcript because it on their record that I registered and attended classes in the Spring of 2000, all the while residing in one of the many run down campus dorms. This statement is fantastical and unfounded. You see, January 2000 I had voluntarily admitted myself into an out patient rehabilitation program for drug and substance abuse.

YES, Lindsay Lohan, I made Rehab cool before you had even started your menses.

NY Tech is seeking almost $10K from me. Holding my transcripts hostage for $10K! How does one charge for a dorm room that no one even lived in? How do you charge for classes that I never enrolled in? Hmmmmmmm?

Yesterday, I did go to my "alma mater"-- Inter-Agency for Drug Abuse Program (I-Adarp). My intention is to obtain my entire treatment history to be proof to the Devil that it is impossible that I was student living on campus and attending classes.

We'll see.

Lots of TV action last night, my DVR was doing double duty: The Debate, Game 5, and Project Runway finale.

Who won? Who should've won? And is she a one trick pony?

Tuesday, October 14, 2008


Here's my entry for the day:

I want to eat this monster.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The necessaries

On another matter... I've really let myself go, specifically regarding some of the basic female pamperings: Pedicure/Manicure, Eyebrows and the scaping of the Vag. I have no idea why I've taken a back seat to grooming. I don't want to you read that I'm dirty or unkempt... just less polished, I guess.
It's like I need a visit from the Homos from Queer Eye for the Hetero Girl. I'm trying to figure out why the detachment to primping and preening that I've ritualized since I was 14 years old.

Am I trying to deflect any unwanted attentions from the opposite sex? Hardly does a unruly brow or a snaggle toe prevent a man from wanting to be inside of a vagina... maybe this is my stance on how the superficiality of LA will NOT dictate how I will present myself.

Or maybe I'm just lazy. And I don't give a fuck.

New Platform: Big Bushes are back in! Au natural for 2009.

On that note....

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Day 1

So I thought I would keep this blog to jot down how my dreams, desires, frustrations all evolve with impacting circumstances such as my career, my family, my love life...

This shall be interesting.