I do not have much to write, I am spending all my time writing, a really long story. Also, most of the day,
 I am doing homework. I need to do even more. Homework is something, I need to master, to really get good grades.

I went to job interview, it was too far away. I had to turn back. I spent hours getting there. I felt bad, the lady, with french accent,  begged me to reconsider. I will have more tomorrow. I am waiting for the best one for me.

I was following bliss today. That is really great feeling, sometimes bliss leads to love, and then I was sad, and missing MBH. It's where my mind takes me , what can I say? I feel good, and the good, leads me to things. Thoughts and hopes.

When I follow it, it is like escape and joy, I can only be free, I can only win.

If anything ever happens I can just bliss out. It is really easy for me, I feel such good things in my mind. I feel happiness, love and overflowing joy. I stare at trees blowing in the wind, I close my eyes, carrying watermelons home, blissed out, on the sun, streaking through bamboo. The coconuts, are all yellow and ripe. Bushes are my friends, on the way home, from the supermarket.

Blankets are my lovers. Pillows are my friends, when I sleep. My bedroom is like  a coffin sometimes, protecting me from consciousness.

I wonder what is going on in the news. I admit, I get scared of over population.

Watch this

http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2007/shift-happens-p1.php

I had a daydream , while I was in the supermarket that there really was nothing I could eat in it, Fruits being all irradiated and gmo. I got really scared.

I then thought, of bad things to come, wars, people killing people, for cans of food. People getting salmonella/ecoli from eating anything fresh. Water. babies. Disease, fat people.

I , then thought, maybe the war is fought over there, in the middle east, to keep it over there, and not over here. I then thought of this mysterious holy land.

I walked to Jamba juice, checked my mail.

I saw this movie on the plane, with Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore. It was really good, it was about selling out, and staying true. I forget the name of it. It's new, kind of.

1. Had Watermelon juice, and alot of Mamey smoothies, Dates, and I bought some Cherries.
   
   I want to see the DVD, "Thirteen". From the previews, that was me at thirteen. I love Evan Rachel Wood, anyways.
   
   I saw the last LOST episode. It was weird, as usual. I can't wait to find out what is going on. What happened to the father and son? What about Penny? Where did Jack's dad's body disappear to? Or what about the brother and sister who died? Don't dead people, come back to life, on the island? Will John save everybody, save Jacob? Possibly the Devil?
   
   I am listening to Placebo.
   
   My computer is acting weird, skipping and slow. I can't wait to see what happens to me tomorrow. I can't. I want to be washed away. I want to be washed away. I want to wake up in Hawaii.
   
   I got invited to see a concert tonight, I declined, I would rather be alone, with love. Music and imaginary closets. 
   
   I am writing a story that moves me. I am really inside of it, looking out, and happy, that that is where I am, when I am writing. I love my laptop. I am going to learn to type perfect.
   
   I know who I am. I am wonderful, a dream. I am hidden inside this mind. I am somewhere, I want to be, in this heaven, that I know I will spend eternity in. I know who is there. I know what I see.
   
   I have a million emails I need to delete. I can't save all the animals in the world today. I get millions of Peta projects, for example. Oh I got to go to sleep. I am going jogging in the morning.
   
   If Life was my boyfriend, I would love it to pieces. It would be nice to date Life.
   
   Fruitarian article:
   http://www.azcentral.com/home/food/articles/051107apples-CR.html
   
   May 16
   
   
   I spent the day emailing, about jobs, and calling places. I have interviews tomorrow.  I want two jobs and found some that are night shifts in fruit business. Also Office and Newspaper writing jobs I need to apply to, send writing samples.

Today I made Cherry/date/aloe smoothies. I  had Orange juice, and mashed avocados. I rode my bike.
 
I looked at a bunch of really, sad books, at Barnes and Nobles. I saw how the rest of the world lives. Such poverty, unlike we here, in the USA, have ever dreamed of. Ghetto's in other countries. African American slave history book. A sleazy VICE magazine guide depicting sleazy NYC girls and overweight guys on drugs and covered in spunk. Usually I look at Holocaust books. Also, I found a photo book of mentally insane places, in third world countries, where they interviewed people, along with photos. The hospitals make the women sterile, and they all are crazy. Some say they aren't. Some have lesions all over their bodies.

I looked at the history of Lesbians, from way way back when, and almost envied their lifetime support of each other. Also working to pave the way for women's rights. In the late 1800's lesbians became doctors and lawyers. They fought for women's rights. If it weren't for lesbians, this country would be like others, way, far behind, as far as how animal, women are treated.

 My friend J, told me, he would introduce me to Concentration camp survivors, If, I wanted to meet them. He said on a good day in the camps, you caught a rat. On other days, you mixed grass with sawdust. And ate it.

I went jogging 6 am with my fast friend. She tells me to breathe thru my nose, and always yells at me, to hurry up. We talk about trivial things. I went home, after,  and slept, dreaming, that my homework assignment, the night before, was actually the secret of happiness. It was a Tones, tints and shades, color scale, I had to make. Dreams are weird. My life was on the tones, and I was a color, and I had to work my way up, to the whites.

My mom is sad. Sad because she was scammed 3,000 dollars on Craigslist. She is renting a house, she bought and fixed up. I told her to put it on Craigslist.  I helped her. Someone from London, wrote her, and sent her a cashier's check, from his company, but in $3,000 excess. He needed her, to send the excess money back, via Western Union, so he could buy a plane ticket. She deposited the check, and figured it cleared and that all was good and did it. She sent me copies of all the correspondence, but I never looked at any of it. She was so happy.

I read this today, and gave her the bad news. There is nothing more awful, than giving mom bad news, like this. Nothing worse, than being conned.  I heard her panic, and then her crying. Poor mom.  I feel I am to blame, for convincing her, to post it online

( From Ani, Carlos, "Scambusters" http://www.devjobsmail.com/articles/sb/sb-article03.html )

-You receive an odd email offering to buy your item, without seeing it, or from overseas.
-A cashier's check is offered for your sale item, as a deposit for an apartment, or just about anything else.
-The value of cashier's check often far exceeds your item - buyer asks you to wire the balance via money transfer service
-Banks will often cash these fake checks, AND THEN HOLD YOU RESPONSIBLE WHEN THE CHECK FAILS TO CLEAR .

May 17

I want to work two jobs. a Night shift and a day one.

I had a great interview today. Holistic, hands on healing, acupuncture lady, for office work. She made me watch a video of this guy who invented this kind of healing , that they do, they literally talk to your body and knock on your head and stuff. Totally futuristic. South Beach. I want it so bad, and it's between me and another girl. The owner is in Costa Rica and her manager interviewed me. And tomorrow, I have one interview, for a fruit company, night shift office work. I will these ones. I have one more interview, later tomorrow, at noon.

I have to get my driver license. That does not mean, I will be driving!!! (:#) . Just so it looks like, I have a car. Especially, if I get hired by Holistic lady, because I told her I had a car, by accident. I have to pay someone, just to teach me how to drive, maybe this weekend. I want to learn, in a few days and get it over with, and take the test. Pay someone so I pass the test. Crash course, parallel park and everything.

My friend J called, and told me that, my mom should call Interpol, the FBI and Scotland Yard, and report the scam to them. Already I am fired up writing letters, emails, but then, I think, I should let  my mom fight her own battles.

J said, he had heard of these scams, for $50,000- $500,000, and says my mom is lucky it is only $ 3 grand.

My friend, E, (back from sailing the Mediterranean), another Lawyer, called me, I told him and he said he'll have a detective, call  my mom tomorrow. He said it was wrong that the local police didn't want to do any work. Again, I should let my mom fight her own battles. That's what MBH would say.

I do agree, in an Objectivist world, helping others only leads to socialism. To decay and atrophy of the brain. Do I want to hurt my mother? Yet I feel its my fault in the first place, by suggesting CRAIGSLIST. See, helping others, hurts them. Helping yourself, is the way to help the world. Plus, this teaches her, as a business woman, not to be gullible.

To eat today, I had CHERRY ALOE SMOOTHIE, OJ, CUCUMBERS, PICO DE GALLO TOMATO SALSA, WATERMELON JUICE, PERSIMMON AND BANANA SMOOTHIE.

My mom came over. I felt a little annoyed at her. She said, " I feel like I was raped!" (about her scam, she fell for) I said, " Mom, don't be stupid, you weren't raped!". She looked haggard and felt and looked miserable. How powerful is that?

She said it wasn't her fault, she was scammed. I asked, " Then, whose fault was it?", she thought, and said, " I was the victim!". I told her that it was indeed her fault and it would give her much more power, to admit it is, admit she made a mistake, clean up and move on.

I mean, I looked over the guys emails. He wrote illegibly. He said he was a "modeller" and gave a fictitious modeling agency, she never checked out. He typed the cashier's check out, did not send her photocopy of his passport, as requested, and also, gave her two different names, at one point. The Cashier's check is from California. His phone number she never checked out, it was fake. When he called her, it was a private number. Also, the letter from England, is not postmarked. Plus it is too good to be true. Plus, she got many requests from London, same type of scam. Whose fault is it, if she is to be a smart business woman?

I am not making her wrong, no, she is right. But I want her to be powerful and happy. By telling her to take responsibility, it prevents her from feeling helpless, punished and a "victim" of bad circumstance. I want her to be in control. I want that for her. I do not want to worry about her.

My sister's ex girlfriend ( yes, girlfriend) who works for Hsbc fraud department, told my mom there is a 90% chance the bank will hold her responsible, but she should go to the bank in the morning, with all the proof of scam,  and work out a payment plan to cover, what was taken. Maybe, she might get a break.

My brother, a scammer himself, (but I love him anyways) told my mom, to take out all the money in the bank, since they have not found the fraud yet. I wanted to tell my mom, that, that was a stupid idea, but I don't want to affect her choices any longer, so I said nothing.

Why am I filling up my diary with this, today? You see, I meddle in other's affairs? It gets me nowhere.

oh! I woke up at 5 am, to meet my friend at 6 am, to go jogging, and she was too tired to jog, so we walked three miles, while she told me stories of her uncles, school, and her plans to waitress at Houston's, on Miracle mile, to pay for school.

She wants me to wake up at 5 tomorrow and go biking, but I have interview. I can't say no to exercise, get it while I can! She likes to do it in strange hours, to do alot of excessive training. Hopefully I will get my sleep routine back.

She has these eyes with long lashes. She sweats alot. She thinks I am very quiet. (She made fun of my sneakers, note to self, get new ones)
 
I wore my blue running shorts and top, MBh gave me long time ago. Then today I wore Victoria secrets girl boxers.

SHe says things like, " Do you like to drink those workout shake drinks? " I just say no. I stare at the Palm trees when she talks. Look at the sky. Say UH HUH, alot. She reminds me, of me, when I am around, someone I like. I blab about everything, vacantly and with trust. She said she is going to bug me, until I get my hair trimmed, by this amazing hair stylist, she knows. I told her I have been trying to grow my hair long, for 6 years, and people tell me I need to get it trimmed, in order for it to grow, and yet, it is still not long.

She wanted to come over my place today, but I said no, I had interview.

I listened to part 4 of Ayn Rand's Atlas shrugged. It takes me so long, because it is thousands of pages long, and I am listening to unabridged audio tape, where every sentence is slow, and clear. Very good stuff. Powerful book. Ayn Rand is my true heroine. But I know, she would not want me to follow her blindly, but to think, create and invent for myself. I donate money to Ayn Rand Institute, so her books can be put in public schools.

Here is the Cirque Du Soleile show, I saw in Las vegas, called LOVE. I was in love with it, it was so nice, set to Beatles music, it was better than MYSTERE:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3o6CIkNxI8Y

Oh this does not even compare




//



Listen, about the perfect man, Howard Rourke, in Fountainhead, listen to all of it, Chapter one, there is a pause in the middle, no cheating! Just be patient, turn it up, Listen to the entire thing. Howard, to the Dean, makes a very good point.:

http://real.aynrand.org:8080/ramgen/ari/audiobooks/fh_all_ch1.rm

MAY 18

I got an insight! I did. It is an insight about money. Something new,, I never ever thougt.

Here I was, thinking about getting a job, interviews, just to get a little money. I look around at other people, just getting by. I think, there has to be a better way.

Then it hit me, my idea of money, I have had, is all wrong. Here I am, thinking to get it, I have a big pain in the ass to go thru. But that is not what money is AT ALL!!!

MONEY IS THE EXCHANGE YOU GET FROM SERVICING  OTHERS.

Wow, Money is what you get when you help or service others. (!!!)

It is trade as well, and, it symbolizes, connection and service, with others. You cannot get it alone.

That's all it is, simple huh? I never knew, I always thought money was kissing ass, trying to get a good job and slaving for horribly mean bosses, and sticking around overtime.

WOW.

There is so much I can do to service and help others, so much!!! There is so much I know about , and am really good at.

I can help people doing things, I really am inspired by.

Not only that, but I get what I give, so I want to give alot. I cannot ask, for more than I am worth, and in order to be worth alot, I have to think, and work alot. I have to really want to help others.

I know I am good at inspiration. Diet, cleansing, moving people and trying to be better.

ALso, you can make a lot of money by doing good. It is easy to pander to men's evils and vices. But it is truly and only rewarding when you do good. And good work. Quality. A difference.

All the heroes of the world, are just like you and me, with faults and doubts..

Heroes like Bill Gates, or local industrialists like Henry Flagler ( populated Florida with a railroad), people who invented the internet ( a friend of mine was on that project), Ford or anyone who helped mankind.

Inventing something, using brain, choice and value.

Helped mankind, solved problems and protected their rights. Out there, the universe is empty. It is hard to create something, out of nothing. But people do. There would be no jobs, but for people like that.. There would be no inspiration to be better, do better and accomplish.

These days people help others for free. Things that make a difference are "volunteer work", because we are so guilt laden, we need to do something desperately, to feel a little better. Vice, sleazy business, and scam businesses PAY well, but will not buy you back, your values.

  A boat and a house, cannot buy you back, after losing, your honor, integrity, self respect, love, honesty and virtue.  Only you can, by being. You know this, You can answer that.

Your house and boat will never buy you true love. Only true love, can buy true love. Wow, that is so deep.

Will a house and a boat, earned the dishonest way, earn you respect in the eyes of others?
Only your own admiration of yourself, not a false one, earns your admiration of others.

You know this, look at those you admire, truly. Those who exude true self worth.
 
Or those who have "stuff" earned dishonestly..that you may envy, but secretly feel sorry for, making fun of them behind their back, laughing at their failings.. if only you knew how they felt inside, you would not want their lives, would you switch with them?.

You want to be a hero, then be one. A real one. To yourself.



Will a property, house or an apartment, with lies and deciept used, in order to keep it, glorify you? has it? 

Are you just surviving? getting by? What kind of life is that?    I have done this. I am just as guilty.




/
 
You also think, by lying, backstabbing, hiding and being greedy, and cheating, ( when noone is looking, of course) the money you make, that way,  will earn your respect and values back?

Never. Unless you live in fantasy. But those who live in fantasy, are always crushed by reality. I know this too, first hand.

Give to charity all you want, it won't buy your values and honesty, truth, love, integrity back Only having worth and being what you want, will earn it.

I think, we live in a culture, that is obsessed with the fantasy that we CAN buy back our virtue, truth,  love and beauty, after acting contradictory to it.. You can't buy it back, therefore it is never enough money, you need more, and more, and it is never ever enough. People make this mistake every second.

That stuff has nothing to do with money. You can fool others, but not yourself, in the mirror, that you , choose not to look at..Everyone else, who you fool, is pulling one over on you too.

You cannot have love, unearned, give you back your value or worth.

Only by being true to yourself, can you buy the rewards, you all seek, so desperately.

A world starving of spirit. Tons of money and worth nothing.

You can have, tons of  money, and be worth everything. That is what I am going to be.

/

In fact, the very things, that keep you from attaining your complete freedom, the blocks, the obstacles that freeze you.. you actually want there !!!!
 
( so that you give up, responsibility, on why your life sucks)

It's only YOU. It's only YOU, that blocks you. And it's because you are afraid to take repsonsibilty, for your life, failing. 

That is big and bad news, for you all!!! But very empowering.  You are afraid, of being responsible for your life, the bad things. ALL bad things ARE YOU!!! Standing on your own two feet, in your own failing, will you give you power. I got that from the Movie, "Music and Lyrics" Hugh Grant says something to Drew that shakes her out of a many year funk, in seconds.


We are afraid, to ask for money, when truly helping others. But that is what money is. It's exchange for servicing others. Money is good!!! It symbolizes good deeds.

Money, we have made to mean, so much, to reflect our own minds and values, which have been so sad. Money is our mirror.

/


I want not, just, to inspire others, but have a new relationships to "the world". How do I see the world, and how wrong have I been? I see the world as bad, wrong, hard, overpopulated, difficult, unfair..etc etc

but as I am listening to the world, like that, that is how it shows up for me.

I need a breakthrough with that.

The first time I considered the "world",  was when I saw how hard it was to survive in it, when I first left home. I made decisions then, that are still with me. I need to see this and choose reality.
/

So you see now, that I have found the answers, that I have to start at the bottom. Prosperity can be earned by helping others, doing what inspires and being a hero. You can make a hell of a lot of money. And be glorified. Doing what noone else does, but dreams of.. YOU CAN. It has been done.

/

I went to the job interview, I wanted so much, with my mom, who refused to drop me off. I listened to her, grudgingly. It is for night shift, in an office, fruit company, and in a warehouse in warehouse city , somewhere in Little Havana. There was a bus stop on the corner, I feel really bad.
 
That's when I discovered the true meaning of money. I don't need to beg someone to give me a little meaningless work. You have to TRULY want to help other people, if you want to make alot of money, the right way.
 
I think that is where I have failed. Helping others? I have always been selfish, afriad, not wanting to get involved in others lives, always possibly thinking inside, I am better than them, really weird, huh?

I can truly earn it, by helping others, doing what inspires me. I have so many ideas already that drive me crazy. But I am going to have to reach out, and care to make a difference, like for real. I have to give, of myself, generously.

/

I am asking people for help driving, to get my license in under a month, with prize money if they help me get it.

My mom is taking my resume to the State Prison. She tells me I could definitely get hired, there. She tells me, once I work for the state, I am all set. I am not too sure. I do not want help from others. I am very against it. She would have to drive me there, until I get my license, this month and can drive. I can afford a car too, but she said she would leave me her car, when she travels for vaca..

I had watermelon juice last night before going to bed.  SO yummy.
 
I am spending the day in bed. I have homework, and it is raining. I need to do really well in school. I am listening to Bright Eyes.

/

it's later on and in my bed I am here listening to Suede and feeling so much. I do. I feel really intense things for the world. I feel so much. I feel what it feels like to be madly in love, here, in the dark. I feel, the world is so big.
 My mom called me, she said, the scam worked out in her favor. The extra 3 grand she took out, per request of scammer, was for his furniture, she had to buy. SO now the value of the house goes up 15 grand. That sounds like a lot, but her partner assures her and did calculations. Weird huh? I will stay out of it.

Anyways her I am , in the dark, my computer on the bed, I have paperwork all over my bed. I sleep with my graphic tablet next to me. I have glasses of dried watermelon . I cut open persimmons. I had organic tomatoes. I need to be in the world and begin my work. This diary is for me, but I want to work for others now, and truly care, for someone else.

I hang with teenagers and I eat fruit. I believe it can heal anything.

I want to reconnect. I want to spiritually go back. Back to love. I want real true love. I want to witness beauty. I want to be beautiful.

/

My mom brought me watermelons. I lay in bed, thinking of my childhood, and my parent's divorce. I remember my childhood friend whose parents got divorced. She cried alot and listened to every U2 album out there.
 
What a big mistake divorce is, especially after having a real family. I want so bad, so bad to have a family of my dreams, someday, now. A real functional one. I want it. I see myself, in the future in a real impressive wedding dress. It has to be perfect. I have to be madly in love with the man, who is a real hero to me. Who shares my values. I want to be so busy with helping others and making money, that I go to sleep fulfilled every night. I want to be in my husbands arms, and cry if I want to. Cry, because I am so happy.

I want to learn how to do things. I want to respect myself. I do respect myself.

I love Marilyn Manson's new cd, by the way. It is good. Love it.

I am drinking a persimmon, date and cherry smoothie. It is good. I am not really hungry.

I keep hearing noises at my window, and I always jump, excited. I sit outside, and every car that goes by, my quiet street, I look up, hoping to recognize someone.

I watch my neighbors in their apartments, their tv making blue light designs, on their windows.
I put on my juicy dress, from the dirty clothes and walk around barefoot. I hear my neighbor call her cat, she goes, " BUUUUDHHHAA? BUUUUDDDDHA??"
I take out my bowl of fruit seeds, I keep in the kitchen, and plant them everywhere.

I feel I am changing. My views are changing.

I lay on my side naked, with my eiffel tower sheets, dribbled a little with fruit smoothies... and read DRUDGE REPORT. What is up, with it being so short today? I read about a teen, in Japan, who decapitated his mother, and went to play music at internet cafe, before taking the head to the police, in a bag.

I am waiting to see Michael Moore's new movie about the Health care system. It is called, "SICKO". I read it is premiering at Cannes, and they have to hide it, outside our country until then. I would love to go to Cannes, but when it is deserted, so I can be alone and write a book.

MY MOVIE LIST
Across the Universe
Factory Girl
SICKO

My friend Lee, ( the one whose boyfriend stalked her, at Macy's, where she works,) has to leave her job because they want to transfer her, for her safety, from him! ahhaah Poor Lee.

I know I will run into him, he reads poetry, and all these girls fawn over him, she says,  and think he is so great. SO much drama. I told her to come move with me.

I told this other girl she could live with me too, who has the best page, Look at her profile, awesome.

http://eat.rawfood.com/profileFamily.php?familyname=rawfood&id=rawfood/frukti

There is a cool video on her page.

/

K   just called, 6 am again tomorrow we have a meeting and doing vigorous  exercise. I am really happy, she is more, than I have been asking for. ( in a jogging partner)


LOOK
a contest!!

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=181642136&blogID=263493915&Mytoken=32FEF2B5-C53D-42A1-A6725EF3A763F58317027011




May 19

This morning I got up, took a shower, then my friend called and cancelled jogging, so I put my hair in a bun and slept like that. When I woke up, my hair is all curly. I like, I am going to have really long hair.

My friend K , who is a Landmark ILP girl, wants to have a Landmark group meeting, at my apartment, I said sure. Someone has to clean...that means me. I love being around transformation.

I applied enormously long job applications with Carnival Cruise corporate, Airlines in Miami, Doctors , Lawyers and  a billion other jobs. Just about everything, I almost  and do, qualify for. There is so much I can do, I never really did research. Plus, I applied for night jobs too, so I can have two jobs. I like that. I want to be all set. I will finish school, and survive easily.

I spend HOURS a day, searching for jobs. Miami is so spread out, I know I will get lucky, with local ones.

This is a weird story. I did all these medical transcripts today. It's to apply for a job I wanted. It was hard work. They wanted to see if I was able to do it.I can't type that fast, so I wrote down what I heard, with pen, and then I type it in.
 Then I found out it was a scam! They want you, to pay 400$, for software and then they "train you", so, you basically transcribe for free, you do real work, and they don't pay you. You are in "training", and you will never, ever, be good enough to be paid. They will fail you over and over again, meanwhile, they get paid for your work. I read all about it, on the internet. Some guy worked for free for 4 years and never got paid. They get the work done, and make money, and never pay you, for working. They say, they are covering your $2,000 tuition to learn. I was so disappointed. I was.

 I have some homework to do.  I have a design class, that is really complicated. They analyze everything in these classes. I have a color class, which is really interesting. Did you know there are different primary colors, both in printing and computer? On the monitor, you actually paint, with light.

I actually have to go, and get art supplies. I wonder, if I can cheat and paint my assignments on Adobe Illustrator? Art, on paper, is outdated.

To eat today so far, watemelon juice, tomatoes, smoothie with bananas, dates and raspberries. My mom brought my pets some greens, I ate some leaves. It tastes weird, in my mouth, like I need to chew it. Fruit just kind of absorbs into me.

Last night, I wrote in my blog, about my friend Lee's boyfriend. Remember, I wrote,

" I know I will run into him  again", and thought to myself, while writing that, when have I ever run into him? I probably won't ever, I never have run into him, in years, I might have deleted it, anyways, I ran into him on Miracle Mile, on my bike today! I saw him, and could not believe it.I have not seen him in two years, and we bumped into each other, in my part of town, on my Jamba juice street, exactly when I was there!

It was so weird, it's like my thoughts are connected
to the world, to reality. There has been other coincidences, too personal to mention. But I feel my thoughts affect reality. Really. I wish I could talk about some of these, right on, manifestations, of my thoughts.

I had a mamey smoothie, watermelon juice, and avocado mixed with Pice de Gallo salsa, at the Mexican place, on Miracle Mile. I just made more Mamey smoothie.

I bought a hair dryer tonight. It rained on my way to work, and home. It will be rainy season soon , in Miami. Then Hurricane season. yay.

I love my new job, I love doing work. The owner is a very beautiful person. I was really struck by a sensitivity, of values. I have an admiration for really long hours and hard work. I saw, I was being nosy, all these certificates of extra credit classes and courses he takes, to even better himself. Loads of them.


I want to make it my life goal to help others, and get paid, not for bosses but for the world, I want that kind of life. I want to be a heroine. I want to be around others who want to make a profound difference, and touch others and really care, about other people's lives.  I want to be successful and have everything, and TOTALLY EARN IT...by talent, work, and my brains. Work, out there in the world, as a delectation. I mean, what else is life worth living for?