Lady Gaga <3

I love Lady Gaga. That being said, I am so proud of her for having the first ever debut album to have 4 number 1 singles (Just Dance, Poker Face, Lovegame, Paparazzi). Her new album "The Fame: Monster" is set to drop in November. With new singles such as Bad Romance, Alejandro, and the song she wrote for her father, Speechless, this is sure to also be a huge album. I tried getting tickets to the MONSTERBALL tour, but they were sold out in the first hour. Wtf. I'd give my right leg to see her. And I'm sure she'd use it as a prop onstage somehow. She's just so artistic like that.

My Aunt Francie

Aunt Francie is my great Aunt. She was my grandmother's baby sister. But we know her affectionatly as "Auntie Fray". Her life consisters of caring for her anorexic bipolar pekingese, Rusty, and watching shows like Walker: Texas Ranger and The Gilmore Girls. In the summer, she enjoys calling me up at the most random hours and asking me to water the flowers of our dearly departed ancestors. Because, ya know, I can't just walk across the street to the cemetary and water them myself. She has to drive all the way across town to get me and then go across the street. Of course, my beloved Auntie Fray has ulterior motives. Which usually involves her wisking me around town to help her with multiple errands. Auntie Fray loves walking Rusty, her pekingese.

Shaws: Part I

I work at a mystical wonderland of highly overpriced food items and "beautiful" managers that we all know and love as SHAW'S. I get paid $9.15 an hour to stand there and look beautiful...oh, I also bag your items. But there's more to the job than that. I also charm my managers, co-workers, and customers alike with my remarkable personality... It's all I can do to keep from hanging myself in the breakroom. Working at Shaw's has made me grow and learn so much about myself....like how much I really truly hate people. Like there's this one man who comes in all the time, pays with a $50, and must only have ONE paper bag. Or sweet Jesus help us if we don't do it. Things like that never bothered me until, you know, the same thing happens night after night after night. There's this one lady, who, I swear is on drugs, comes in about once a week. Everytime she's in, I learn something new about her. For example, her "past drug problems" (yeah, ok...past..), or her three ex-husbands (she's on husband #4 and I hope for her sake it works out this time). But in this dark tunnel of despire there is a ray of hope. I really do enjoy the people I work with. Most of them. A good 93.45%.