Letter 9. Safe.

No, not a safe like at the bank. Like being in relationships because it's safe. Staying in a place/job/whatever because it's safe. What a HORRIBLE word! Like being scared has been changed into the word safe. So it makes grown ass people feel better about the pathetic life they settle for.

I just don't know. Damn, yo.

Letter 8. Girls and Goddesses.

Oh dear brother. I have been compromising my goddess status lately. How you ask? By acting like a 16-year old girl. Being a total bitch. Listening to what my friends say to do even though it goes against what I want to do. I act like it's so rough. Dear god. My boss is about to get divorced. There are two people I work with that are married and struggling to pay rent. Julie is about to start radiation. But I have it bad? Maybe not so much....I guess everyone has to have the feeling sorry for yourself part before we can move onto the doing something with ourselves part. I keep going back to wanting to move to Brooklyn. I mean Paris would be cool, but I know I want to live in NY. I mean if I hate it, I'll come back. Just like with Jersey. I'm going to visit NY after we come back and look at some places to live and work. So I have an idea of what I'll be getting myself into. Oooooo. I'm doing zumba now. My boss teaches it now. I'll be doing it twice a week, and it's wayyyy fun. soo. That's it for now. I'm going to act like an adult and tell this boy next to me to ask for my number now. Love you.

Letter 7. Public Tables.

Man. I cannot seem to focus at home. I totally get why you always went to B&B to do homework. Sadly, if I go there, I might not to be able to focus either. So, I'm at Panera. All the good tables that you can kind of keep to yourself are taken. Sooooo. I'm sitting at a table in the middle of the room. I don't like my obtrusive, very public table. I feel like I should start playing offensive you tube videos for all to see. Or I could start playing music really loudly and maybe the people at the good tables would get up and leave. I'm thinking about asking this guy at this REALLY good table next to me if I can just scoot in, too. Maybe not.

Well, on to more pressing topics. OK. I'm not sure what's pressing at the current moment. Aside from the fact that I'm not really doing anything that will get me closer to my financial independence. Boo. I want to. I just am having a hard time deciding what route to take. Whatevs. I'll do that later. Maybe I can get a bunch of people to read my other blogs and then I'll get sponsors to pay me. Yes.That would work. I wonder how sponsors work...

Ok. I gotta go. Sorry for the rambling letter. You like it.

Bye bro.

Letter 6. Inner Bitchness.

Soooooo. I read this book called "Getting in Touch with your Inner Bitch". It was pretty effing awesome. But I was skeptical. How is being a bitch to someone going to make things work for you??? Well, somehow it worked. Well, sorta. In one case, no. In another...oh hell to the yes. First is with your bestie. You know. The one and only..James. Apparently, I am mean to him. He complains to the retail trainer about me. (Go me!) I felt bad about it for about ten minutes. Then figured, well, if he doesn't talk to me about it, not my prob. Plus, today he told me that my drink wasn't hot enough and blah blah. I told him that when I want advice from him on how to make a drink, I will let him know. I don't remember what he said after that, I just remember thinking, wow, this guy is an idiot. So the second way where it did work is that if you're mean to a guy almost to the point of being mean, he actually takes it so well he likes you more. Go figure. So yeah. I'm happy tonight, but very tired. It's mad late, yo. Oh. Maybe I should call you. That would be fun. Let me see if there is a phone downstairs. Nope . And I love you, but I'm not going upstairs. AnyWHO...I'm out like trout (James says that's a cool saying) So pretend I never said it. =) Nighty night homeboy.
Holla.

Yo sis. Yo.

Letter 5. Meh.

So this is a time when I wish I was in Europe with you. Yeah, European guys are jerks, too, but seriously. I'm fine if some guy doesn't want to talk to me, but if you say you like me, shit. You better not be full of shit. I have been pretty much cool about Samori not talking to me, but tonight after Nyccy left, I started acting like a girl. So, like a girl, not a grown ass woman, I text him the following. "Just out of curiosity, did I miss something? Or are you really just a jerk?" Yeah. And it's like midnight. I hope it wakes him up in his shitty apartment and he can't go back to sleep because of it. I'm kinda agitated. I'm deleting his number now. Ok. Done. Douche. I don't know why I really care so much. It's not like he's the only guy in the world. Plus, Onias asked for my number last night. Seriously, though. Fuckin shit.

Letter 4. Ish, yo.

Calling international phones is confusing.

Just saying. It is. That being said, I'm calling you after work tomorrow. It better work. So. Sunday was Javier's last day at the Bux so, as I knew you would have, I stopped by to wish him well. Then we were going to go get a beer at Ballyhoo, but it was closed. So I went and hung with him and Jared at his place. They drank beer and we talked about girls, James (which is almost the same), astrology and some other random shit. I knew you would have went over, so I did.

We had two people fired at work today. Yeah. B&B don't play. You don't show up, you're done. I kinda like it. No games. I wish you were going to be here for arts walk. I'm dressing up like a lion and I'm going all out. It will be fab.

Hermes is MIA. For almost two weeks now. :/ Kinda crappy. We put up signs, but nothing yet. Hmmm. What else. I haven't been on here for awhile and I know there's more to tell you. I'm kinda sick right now so thinking isn't at the top of my to do list. So, I'm going to go to sleep.

Oh, wait. I'm going to do another blog. Called "Coffee Goes With Everything". I will start with my trip to Portland with mom and my 8.25 shots and 1/2 cup of coffee. (BTW, that was a horrible idea, I felt like death.)

Ok. I need sleep.

Bye,

Letter 3. Warriors.

Bro bro,

Yesterday, you couldn't have payed me to be nice to James. I thought him and Jessie were the worst things to ever walk into Batdorf and Bronson.

Today, a whole different story. Happy Easter, by the way.

So I took a bunch of food from Easter brunch to work today for everyone. I walked by that Mike guy that comes in with the change all the time on my way in and gave him some cupcakes. Starting off the work day with giving is always nice. Then James wanted to show me how to makes a Starbucks caramel macchiato. At first, I wanted to say, "No. I won't make a basterized version of a real espresso drink." But I decided that knowing something different won't hurt. Just because my part of the coffee world says it's crap, doesn't mean that it's crap in another part of the coffee world. And James is doing what he knows. He doesn't know anything different that they way he is and for him that is his truth. Who am I to say he's wrong? Thinking about it that way made dealing with him and everyone else so much easier. It is not up to me to decide if this person is right or wrong. Their truth is their truth. Mine is mine. I must honor theirs for what it is.

I was feeling pretty damn warrior like today. I was being totally open to all the good things today. Doing everything at 100%. It was nice. I talked to Daniel about my jars and the book I got them from and then told him about how warrior was such a great experience. I forget how much I love telling people about the great things that have made my life so fabulous.

After I showed my tattoo to this customer today he started calling me the lion. It was effing awesome. I think I should ask if I can get a nametag that says that. =)

Yesterday, I made breakfast for Julie and me. Lemon ricotta pancakes with raspberry sauce. Amazingly tasty and low fat. Julie was happy and so was I. I have pictures.

I just need to figure out the resizing part. I gave Julie a recipe for this Honey citrus asparagus for today. It was pretty tasty. The rest of Easter tasted the same as usual. =)

I'm getting over my sickness and I hope you aren't sick too long for your London stay.

Ok. It's bed time. Miss you oodles big bro. Have fun!

A-ho! (That means I honor your truth)

The coolest sister a brother could ever possibly want.