As if I have Something Better to Do

Alone on a Friday night. I think that may really be all that I have to say. The end, Fin, roll the credits because this tragic movie is over. Friday was the "It" night throughout college, but living on Mars, I mean in LA, I have been warned of the nasty little people they call tourists and advised to go out on Thursdays instead. I haven't quite adjusted to their obscure frame of mind yet so I sit waiting for my new home phone to ring of which only two people in existance other than the phone company and telemarketers have my number to. I suppose if a telemarketer calls I should see if they have any plans for the evening. Until then I'll keep my best friend Lucille company and talk to her even though she understands minimal english.

Skanks

Skanks: an appropriate title for the women in the world who flaunt being loose. I know this is not a normal topic; however, I've really only had 5 thoughts I think since I've started blogging, go figure.
It seems to me that just because you grow up doesn't actually mean that high school ever ends. By this I mean the insecurities in addition to the perputual longing of wanting to fit in. Since I have been in Los Angeles, I have learned that it may be absolutely best to keep my personal life seperate from my work life as is always a good rule of thumb, but has never been a real priority. With this I have now been marked as prudent and labeled as conservative. I am writing this blog in order to justify myself although I have no real reason to. Because I have made the decision to make sales at my job based entirely on my ability to sale as opposed to my God given assests, should not deem me as a lesser person. As my co-worker at her best stated, you are conservative if you would not have a threesome. After asking why I was offended by her blatant remark, she soon followed with an attempt to console me with her very own threesome story. Ta Daa! The only logic I can conduce from the idiots that I work with is that they were deprived as children from the curtisies of their parents putting a belt to their behinds. Not that I condone this sort of discipline, but with some people you wonder why it was never considered.
As I said before, this blog is merely to justify my opinion on the matter rather than to whine or complain about biotches at work. The thing that I am upset about is that I feel as though I have to put up with their b.s. in order to do my job. Sad truth.