The Good, the Bad & the Semi-Literate

The NY trip is coming up fast. Not quite sure where the night will take me, but here's what I do know: I have 1.5 beds.... Technically I have a bed and a possible.... (Yes, like a game of spades... I have one definite bed and one possible, just incase I need to get it in immediately and cannot wait til I get to the hotel.) I have set a goal that I plan on accomplish. Shit, he know the deal. We been waitin months... Damn that concierge for not bein open wit condoms. I gotta leave saturday night so, I gotta get in all the debauchin and shoppin before saturday night. My period is due any second PLEASE DEAR GOD HOLD MY PERIOD. MAKE IT LATE. SCARE IT INTO SHOCK OR MAKE THE TRAUMA FROM THAT ACCIDENT STALL THAT HOE. I don't want to lose it for forever. PREGNANCY aint where its at. But just hold it til sunday. PUHLEASE. Or even til saturday night. I cannot bear to wait til Thanksgiving to tap that. I gots oats to sow. And I'm tryin to sow the hell outta them junts This weekend. E...

Two Whack Dates and a car accident…. First off, the title of this blog is an ode to Beck’s song “Where it's at”, for all of you who don't know.... Friday, I was determined to get sleep. Apparently not too determined cuz I ended up going out with “The Lobbyist”. (In the future, I plan on referring to everyone I spend any time with by the nicknames that I use when I refer to them in conversations with my friends, as I have adopted my mother’s policy when it comes to men… Specifically, don’t use their names unless they matter…. And they don’t…..) So I went out with “The Lobbyist”. The following lessons were learned: I will not go out with anyone over 30. They are boring and they have a sense of responsibility and obligation that I gives not a fuck about. I AM 25. I want to be young and enjoy it. And being responsible so that people can pat me on the back for bein all grown up like and shit … Not worth it. Being responsible because “I’m Supposed To Be”… also not worth it…. No. an...

This blog is going to be spotty. I will attempt to keep some modicum of continuity but there are some things that I am choosing to leave out and some things I just plain forgot. Fuck it. This is what went down from my perspective. I left work Friday. Got discombobulated on my way to the airport (probably from lack of sleep) and ended up on the wrong train. Once I finally got to the airport, my plane was sooo delayed. I finally got on the plane, passed out numerous times as we were stuck on the runway trying to get out of DCA and into LGA. Whatevs. Finally land and of course I'm already late. I go to this Taxi stand and am immediately warning me not to accept rides from illegal taxicabs. I take note and keep it moving. I call to check in with everyone and my new boycott word reared its head. "What are WE Doing?" This is why I was a Brownies dropout. I didn't even ride it out to get to Girl Scout status. I do not do GROUP shit well. Never have. This is why I didn...