corporate wench

i have gotten a job at starbucks. unfortunately it a new starbucks, out by the mall, as in 10 miles from my house. i have two weeks to get a car, a license, insurance, and registration, or find a crazy back way to ride my bike and become the next jane fonda. or suzanne somers. or some other workout guru. as for now, i'm going home to read the ga driver's manual. beginning, build-up, climax, and close. at my new corporate job, i will have to take out my nose ring, wear long sleeves to cover my tattoos, and most likely say "yes, sir." is it worth it? yes it is. benefits, here i come!
also, my boyfriend has recently developed a passion for gourmet cooking, and he's pretty fucking good at it. yum.

movin on up

yes that is right, friends, alyssa is moving OUT OF THE GHETTO! now, i don't actually live in the ghetto, but have been told numerous times that i live in a "bad neighborhood," which is actually true, what with the dealer across the street, and the other one down the block a little, but... i digress. i will be moving to the historic boulevard area, which i have been coveting since i moved to this three horse town, to my own apartment where all my dreams will come true. or something like that.

in-fucking-furiating

when people get an idea about you from some interpretation they have about the way that you do things or "the way that you are" and always approach interactions with you from that point with no room for that maybe you really aren't the way they think you are. whew. yeah. i have a new apartment stay tuned.