MAKING COFFEE You thought day four was messed up? Please. More shit happened that day that involves more of my menstrual cycle being an nuisance. I had to haul ass about a mile down the boardwalk back to my car to tie something around my waist; my book bag was my only cover up of the stain going up the crack of my jeans. Not sure if anyone saw anything, but who cares now. For the rest of day four, I pretty much chilled after my trip to the beach. I needed to find a decent fac
A Trip to Venice Beach In the last blog, I told you about my older male roommate who stares at me too much. I don’t know why I didn’t mention the other guys I was in the room with at the time but here they are:
The second guy I met, named Charles, is from Australia and he is the coolest of them all. By that, I mean he is the only one that holds a conversation with me. He has an honest sense of humor and from the tales of it, people don’t relate to him much; Americans anyway.
Da Jungle My first day in L.A. came and went and I must say that I am fucking relieved. The first day is always the hardest; it doesn’t matter where it is. Thankfully, driving into L.A. wasn’t too bad for it being my first time. I got through the city with a breeze, however, on the other side of the barricade, man! Looks like they were mad as shit. I mean cars backed up for miles and for what?! I couldn’t tell ya, I didn’t pay that much attention. But anyway! I was trying my
Check Point!/Refuge Finally, I made it to Arizona!! It was a pretty interesting journey getting here. Driving through the mountains are no joke. You really must be on your P’s and Q’s WHILE driving over sixty-five miles per hour. I did great though. My little putt-putt was getting it up and down the hills. Little Sasha was pushing it around those curves like she was a professional lol. Nah, but really, the car did well until we got closer to Phoenix, she really started to fee
The Time is Now! To Thy Self Be True Sooo, first thing’s first, I want to apologize to you all for not keeping in touch like I was suppose to. You see, what happened was… I got my nails done and they were kind of long and it was hard for me to type! Like seriously, it was so fucking annoying I didn’t know what to do. I tried typing but it didn’t work. My long, oval, acrylic nails kept sliding across the keys. So, here I am! August seventeenth has already passed, and I've pack
Believing Do you ever have the fear in believing in yourself? As if believing yourself is frowned upon by others, or maybe, you just don’t trust yourself. Every self-help book in the world has this concept of believing in yourself first before doing anything else. The people that write those books make it sound so easy; like coloring outside the lines in a coloring book. Believing in yourself most certainly cannot happen overnight. I know this because I’m going through it rig