If professional conversationalist was a job, I'd be ranked on Money Magazine's Top 100. Not that I'm the type of person who has a comment for everything, but I admit that I have the kind of antennae that pick up on fascinating shit, topics that I hear other people talking about 6 months to a year after I've moved onto some other shit. Old news that you probably forgot about... And my sense of humor can go any place I wanna take it. This blogging thing isn't new to me, but I figured that it would find its way to saturation one day. I just never knew when I would give in and join the ranks. They say bloggers should stick to journal-writing but I'm positive that if I left mine in plain view of company they'd find a reason to a take a peek. Today's entry would read like this: I just couldn't get right today. Everything I touched turned to shit, I even broke two glasses. I felt like I was living outside of myself, looking beyond the interstate where my car had flipped into a ditch. I don't have a typical 9-5 but if I did I would have surely went postal on this 20th day of March. I filled the tank @ 3.55/gallon and drove with no real destination, wondering what a creative chickie like me should do next with her life. Besides professional dominatrix who administers cbt in her private dungeon, I'd be the first Black, female poker player. (You would want to stay tuned, because I'll be entering into my first, professional tournament before the end of '08). Anywho, my chilled glass of Gentleman Jack (John Daniels when I'm in his company) brings me here to Bloggerville. Let's see where this goes.
