Swinging Doors

can't sleep.. I’ve been doing a lot of work since I arrived here in San Diego at 7pm. It's been nonstop and now my mind. I'm in Sandyeggo because Thuy Chung Davidson, one of my best friend from middle school got hit by a car on her honeymoon. They were riding mopeds and she turned onto incoming traffic and injured her leg pretty severely. They arrive tomorrow, so I'm here to help them move into their new place and help her get around since she's handicap and all. When I was telling Carley and her fugly ass roommate about what had happened, they started laughing (loudly) - at the idea that it was a bad sign for what’s to come of their marriage. It confused me at the time, because I thought maybe it was a new sense of humor I wasn’t familiar with. But really, they must be experts on spiritual consciousness, especially since the current dude she calls babe, kicked a fat ass dent in her car last September. But then again with all the tumble weaves the other chick has floating around, she still thinks that mop is beweavable.. so I dunno! $200 for two weeks to realize that Vegas is not a place for children or big dogs was worth it. But with the 4 little ones they had barking begging and shitting all over the place, canceled out that lesson quick! When I saw Carley looking at another dog online, that’s when I knew I had to get the hell outta there.. train the ones you have first shit!! I'm not being mean; I heard them talking about me too. But it's all good in the hood. I don’t have any hard feelings. I still love her ; ) And her roommate smiled at me before I left. Pretty sure she’s my biggest fan right now. Anyways, I could have done the apartment thing with Brandon and Noor. But 13 months in that place, my blog title would scratch to Candy in Sin City in no time.. Just kidding! About everything. But to be honest there had been a lot of times when I realized that Las Vegas Nevada was not a place I should commit to.
1) I was convinced for a whole day that having someone else pay for my boob job would have been okay (considering how much money men blow on stupid shit there.) Until I realized.. why the hell I would want to think of some old nasty ass pervert every time I looked at my breast?
2) When I actually considered applying at Sapphire as a cocktail server. I saw the check Carley signed for her taxes.. A girl like me got shadowed before I imagined my daughter saying, "you worked there too mom!"
3) When I finally accepted that money comes and goes..
I love Vegas and still do. But reaching my goals in life, no matter how far or extreme some may think, is much more important than having things. Sure my mom would be a lot less stressed if I could throw some cash at her, but I know she would rather see me happy being around genuine love. Which I am because Harley Davidson is right next me. I gave him bath earlier so we can cuddle. Which I'm going to do because I'm exhausted. But I do have a plan.. no worries

..it will heal