my momma and sista totally came through for me.

i asked for my moms help.

i didn't ask (e:hodown), but shes gonna send me a care package. so not neccessary. but totally appreciated.


the elder ho ladies know how to hold it down, just like jlo, but ho style.


we should have our own perfume, i would call it ho style, for the upper class ho, who keeps it real.


anyway, fantastic sams can kiss my ass, nobody ever tips me there. sorry but this is 2006, what the fuck can i do with your shitty ass dollar tip? nothing. stop being cheap and gross and tip $5.

this is why i have an interview at a nice williamsvilla salon on monday. rich people know how to tip.

ok, (e:paul) and i are off to the dmv to renew our licenses, and for me, my registration as well. they charge you by the weight of your vehicle, and mine weighs less than 2000 lbs, which will only cost me 26 dolla. score!

usually, i end up writing a couple sentences here, due to my lack of time, and or technology. posting from a cell phone can be a bitch.

do you ever feel like so much has happened, but really nothing has happened at all? this is how i feel. i guess that saying, "the more we change, the more we remain the same", or however it goes is really true.

truth is, with each passing day, i feel more and more disconnected from buffalo. my heart is somewhere else. im not sure what it would take to stop feeling this way.

for some people it is easy to live away from family, and i too have become accustomed to seeing my mother, sister and brother only a few times a year. however, this change makes everything seems so surreal, like eveything i do isn't actually happening, and im just wasting time until i see them again. i find myself having little thoughts, seeing things, that would make us all laugh, and wanting to call them up and tell them about it.

the solution to the problem is not so easy. either, i stay here, move to ny, where i don't feel i want to be, or, move to arizona.

this all probably seems so dramatic, but if you had a mother and sister like i do, you'd feel the same. honestly, the two people who have always come through for me, who i'd do anything for, and make life worth living.

p.s. this has nothing to do with anything in the entry, but i voted for the first time this tuesday. how exciting, and funny, and evil that the woman at the one polling place refused me a paper ballot. wtf? that bitch broke the law. ahhow, i ended up voting at 8:56, on a paper ballot at another polling place, and had to redo it, because i wrtoe on something i wasnt supposed to. possible the very last person to vote, but i was determined goddamnit. finished school, and voted. it's all in a days work.

p.p.s. come to my party! cindy will be there...