Wednesday, March 8, 2017

before dinna here's some poetrey...

Which is to have to not have all make nurse on the schedule again./… ugh.  All because someone didn’t want that gay nurse- or blah blah blah…. The shit we deal with.
So point is after I got the best and most amazing experience I got tired of my personal life and took a travel assignment in a place I never wanted to even know… a pill in ibiza


Los Angeles- I always considered myself an east coast person- I’m not pretty, I’m smart, and self-conscious- LA clearly was not the place for me

Then I met the most amazing recruiter who took it upon herself to make money--- she put me at an challenging hospital and for 6 months in LA… I mean I hope she made money because she deserves something which is that she gave me the world….
I still think of her often an love her… and her husband.  Delish is when you are one.

So I drove to LA in three days- I left behind so much that it was nothing but perfect…. Do you know what it’s like to drive for 13 hours for three days- I would literally not stop just became then I would lose my vibe-

Which was texting the hunkiest man alive- who is taken- and rightfully so and I am so sorry for trying to cross that line many times- but hey can you blame me? You’re (both) perfect.
So I remember sleeping in this awful room in the Hilton that was smoking- gross! But literally after I was falling asleep and my dad reminded me that there were animals that could be crossing the road in front of me as I’m driving the legal speed limit of 80 miles per hour- can you imagine driving legally down the highway at 80 miles per hour an actually being able to drive faster….
Not if you’re from la…

Anyways

When I got off the 101 I was like ughhhh… if you’ve ever gotten off the 101 at Santa Monica Blvd.- it’s not the real housewives back yard- but it was mine and my home and still is…. I sublet-ed an apartment at Kinsley and Santa Monica for three months when I first moved there.  It was heavenly- mostly because that neighborhood is real- it’s safe and you better have a parking space.  I paid for sex for the first time in that apparent and it was fantastic- and he even cared enough about me to tell me to never leave someone alone in my house after I went to the kitchen to get him water when it was all said and done…

I’ve of course seen him since and I will make a porno with him if he’ll have me again- and again like he has…. The 10.5 reference a little later isn’t to him… he’s…. laughing out loud
Anyways- this was the beginning of the end for me… because I found myself… and that cannot be lost once done so.

I got a dui a few months later, but before that I went to the LA gun range, and diva’s live with some of the most fabulous people on earth and met Havana brown, and saw Adam lambert and NeNe- and saw Kelli Rowland in person- who hunni bye looked like a million dollas!
So I’ll continue this in a while- cause I have to go to the salvation army and eat- and show my face in a place where they don’t judge me and know I’m crazy’s--- cause if you’ve ever been at this library you know that people are watching and are lame- and I work very efficiently (which is to say in a room where no one is trying to get me!) and have gone to pee like 7 times, have a sunburned face, tripping cause I don’t have my rx’d eye wear but have some gifted rays, and just finished my muscle milk and have gotten water and water and water and tiesto has me bouncing my head only until I change it to the chainsmokers and then my whole body be bumpin- ( and as im editing they just became one in the same… holla)

I love my life- story time to be continued!

Safe means I used thefacebook.com to test the waters-

Which is what my mom used to ‘hurt’ me- so for those who are experimenting- I don’t know whts safe… and the retaliation that can ensue after that is scary…
Thefacebook.com was safe- at least if you tested that waters and failed it was just you and that person and whomever they let in- now you could end up sending your mom a pick of your dick or video of you giving head to a model with a 10.5  incher…. And that’s my story… imagine what else is out there…


I sent you a thank you message and your wife says I’m a kindred spirit and I’m in your back yard fool! Come say hey! And Backyard burger was my first job- 

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