7 months sober as of September 16.

Got a crush almost 7 months ago, said it was love a month later, realized it actually is love about 6 weeks ago. Still single - not ready yet.

Selected for church choir at the beginning of July.

Unemployed as of a week ago. Best decision for all who were involved. Being guided by the universe. Huzzah.

Learning some serious leadership skills, learning tolerance, learning to phone a friend before busting out the Hulk-like rage.

Loving the good times, appreciating the bad.

Logged on to turn a community over to emmademarais. Figured an update might be in order.

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School started on Monday. Is overwhelming. Doing lots of homework, did a lab, studying, test prep, was going to take a test today but the testing center was closed. Work in a few minutes, corporate is visiting right now, working 44 hours this week, want to die. numb3rswriteoff due Friday, numb3rsficathon due... sometime. Fics for eppescest due whenever I can get around to them OMFG. Toooo much. Supposed to fly down to Miami in less than two weeks for the weekend. Will need the mini-vacation, but God knows that weekend is going to end up being stressful.

Here's the next part of my Aaron Sorkin/Kristin Chenoweth fic:

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First item on the docket: I got my Lexus today! It's lovely - SUV (RX model), champagne exterior, tan leather interior, wood grain trim. I want to lick it. And I can if I want to. My mom loves it, my brother is jealous, and my dad is so happy for me. He says I've worked really hard for this. I'm very pleased. If I can find the time/camera, I will take some pictures tomorrow. Not that you care, but I sure as hell do. :D

Second item: Rick Ross. For those of you not in the know, Rick Ross is a popular hiphop artist whose single "The Boss" has been all over our rap and R&B station B96. I'm betting it's been all over your local hiphop station, too. There were some rumors that Ross used to be a correctional officer, and recently, his social security number linked up to a 2-year gig as a CO at a Florida prison. This is a big deal because, according to what I've heard, his lyrics allude to a former life as a drug dealer. Fraud. The story goes that the real Rick Ross was/is a prisoner at that Florida facility (drug dealing charges), and the rapper Rick Ross took on that identity to sell records. This isn't to say that Ross isn't a good rapper; what's at issue is the implication. In fabricating a drug-dealing persona for the sake of street cred, Ross perpetuates the myth that in order to represent the streets and/or be successful in hiphop, a drug-dealing past is necessary. This is bullshit. Frankly, I think it's offensive to the lower-class black population because it insinuates that life in the 'hood invariably includes drug-dealing. I'm not saying that slinging doens't go on (because it obviously does) or that a number of people choose this lifestyle as a means of survival, but there are others who have "regular" jobs along with their street cred and ghetto passes. It's offensive because Ross, in choosing to pretend he has this past, glamorizes drug-dealing and negates the reality that slinging is a last resort and not something that a person would necessarily gladly choose to do.

On the other hand, I can empathize with Ross' desire to steal a story/borrow from others/fake a personality in the name of a career in entertainment. I've certainly done the same at times, albeit to what I'd like to believe is a lesser extent. The truth is that entertainment, while relying on the entertainer's talent, demands a personality with a compelling story. The industry is far too competitive for "average folk" to succeed. This statement, of course, is setting aside the rare exceptions. In most cases, the entertainer (speaking on the grand level of fame and celebrity status) is required to work just as much, if not more, on the package as on the product. It stands to argue that the entertainer is, in fact, the product, and the works created are merely the financial avenues to provide for the ice and implants and intrusive reality shows and industry parties where the paparazzi-covered brawls and nipple-slips and DWIs take place (which is what, these days, entertainment seems to be all about).

So do I point the finger of shame at Ross? No. But I do think that now that he's been found out, he's got to be held responsible for his actions. Long story short, this guy's career is pretty much over.

Third and final item: Strip clubs want to declare nude dancing as "art" in order to keep their doors open. I caught only a moment of this on Headline News (while it was on mute), so I don't know the full story, but a coworker said that this is going on in Iowa. Forgive me for not giving a fuck enough to do some research. Now, I'm about as annoying as Diablo Cody when I constantly reiterate that I used to be a stripper, but I used to be a stripper, and, as I told my coworker, dancing isn't an art - it's sales. Interpretive nude dancing at a theater? Okay, art. Strip club dancing? It's entertainment, sure, but I can tell you for a fact that when I was up on stage or in the VIP or champagne rooms, I wasn't thinking "Wow, this is so artsy." I was thinking, "Okay, show me the green, mother fuckers." And I can say with near-foolproof certainty that my clients weren't thinking about artistry; they were thinking about my ass. Sure, I did work on a bit of choreography, and I did time my position at the windmachine to coincide with choruses, but did I delude myself into thinking that I was doing something more than getting naked for cash? Okay, sometimes I did, but I was a drunk. Is stripping art? Not so much. I also don't think the folks at Subway are artists.

I imagine there are gorgeous women working the millionaires' clubs whose skill could be categorized as art, but if we are talking about strip clubs in Iowa, then I'm guessing the caliber is a bit off. Minneapolis/St Paul people, just compare Augie's to Seville, and you'll see what I mean, and even that night-and-day difference doesn't fully illustrate the picture I'm attempting to paint.

My point? Trying to keep a strip club open by declaring the going-ons "art" is crap. It ain't art. I know this, you know this, and Candy with her exquisite lucite heels knows this. I'm just keeping it real. We're talking about a business with commission saleswomen whose job it is to prey on perversion/fantasy of man. There's art in the game, but not the kind that you hang on your walls. You know what I'm saying?