Open Forum Pt. 4

Ms. Lee asked: 1. What is the ideal TENACIOUS day like?

2. The skripper pole has been inadvertently exed out as a career. Are there any other occupations ruled out because of past experience?

3. God's offered you a choice, right here right now: Bigger breasts in exchange for that thick head of hair. Deal or No Deal?

1. My ideal day consists of not going to working, sleeping and eating Cheetos all day on the couch while trying actively to avoid BET when all the good talk shows goes off.

Or doing the “tourist” thing in DC. I’m snapping pictures of the Washington Monument like I don’t see it every day on my way to work.

Bur really for the most part my days are boring. I spend my waking hours at work, really trying to avoid walking out the front door and never coming some days, fielding mindless tasks and answering dumb ass questions for most of the day until I run out the door-literally.

I drive home, hand on the horn for those drivers who can’t “see” my black Camry, although I am right next to them, and they are determined to get in my lane. To go where, since the only thing next to me is the median, I still am clueless about.

Take off my clothes, return phone calls and emails that I couldn’t finish at work, yeah I make personal calls all day at work, and depending on the weather, I pass out outside while sunbathing.

Usually future hubbs gotta call me and remind me to pick him up from work and then I fight rush hour traffic to pick him up.

He usually cooks dinner, we talk about our day, retreat to separate rooms to watch TV because I refuse to watch ESPN, and eventually I pass out.

No glamorous life over here *lol* on most days.

2. Well…I wanted to be an astronaut as a child but then I realized if I hate flying in plane, I definitely am not messing with a space ship. I mean I don’t think I could claw my way off the plane once we’re in the air.

And then I found out astronauts actually do work while they’re in space. You know as a kid I thought they just went up there just to go *lol*

I ruled out being a chef….you actually need to know how to cook in order to be one. And I doubt my “burnt French fries covered in ketchup to cover the fact they’re burnt” and my unintentional “Cajun” meals would hardly be 5 star material.

I really should not have let the coursework *and the fact that I was an alcoholic who hit the bar before class* intimidate me my freshman year otherwise I would have still been on the road to Dr. Ville.

Now I will have to scope out a potential husband, because you know
JBN is a “starter” husband, by staking out John Hopkins or Georgetown’s Medical Centers. I’m going to bag me a neurosurgeon. *lol*

I thought about going back to school in order to pursue a medical career now that I’m “older” but that’s still up in the air.

And I have to find a law firm who will represent me when I sexually harass a patient. Not to mention malpractice suits. You know I will have to leave in the middle of a surgery to get my nails done *lol*

3. If we’re talking about me being completely bald, no deal.
I would look like a walking mental patient without hair.

And my hair is the black hole of sunlight; you know my scalp is light skinned like a mutha.

Now if we’re talking just losing the thickness, then it’s time for a shopping spree at Victoria’s Secret. I can proudly swipe asides the As and Bs in the front and hit the jackpot that’s in the back.

You know I get stares when I’m grabbing the bras from the front.

Maybe I wouldn’t be so aware of my chest if 9 year olds weren’t rocking 34Bs now.

I mean geez what is in the water these days…and how come it isn’t working on me?!