Thanks for seein' about a girl, friend. here's where I'm writing my own history—for you, for me and anyone else who needs to laugh to keep from cryin' every once in awhile.

It ain't easy bein' broke.

Tomorrow marks my new p-t gig debut. Well, it's paperwork day, but whatever. In light of this newness, I've a haiku to share:

Maybe I'm Gonna Be a STAR! Maybe I'mma Increase My BUCKS!
i don't wanna be
the nasty latte maker
who's new to the grind.

This also means I'm going to need to sharpen my listening skills ... you know, for those of you grande-low-fat-white-chocolate-mocha-no-whip-latte lovin' folks out there who insist upon bringin' your Burger King/Backstreet Boys you-want-it-this.particular.way lifestyles into my midst. The extra cents you're about to have to pay for your java most likely are going straight to the purchase of the supersonic hearing buds I'm about to receive that'll allow me to break down all the foam-y jibber jabber you just requested :)

This should be fun though. I'm excited.

who am i to be?

Tunage.