I’ve been meaning to blog, I have, but with all honesty I’ve been doing a lot of everything but blogging.

[Sad face]

I know, shame on me! I’m here, I’m there, I’m fucking everywhere. This hamster has been running a marathon on his wheel. This little piggy is beginning to smell like bacon. They say sleep is the cousin of death. I’m considering it my long lost relative. So, before I lose whatever sanity I have left, I have decided to take a little breather. I need a fucking break because I am about to break. I do this to myself all the time: take on a lot. I can’t help it if I am so energetic and want to get shit done, but I need to remember I am only one person despite all the people in my head. Rome wasn’t built in a day. I would I know, I’ve been there!

[YOU ARE D.R.A.M.A.]

I just need to remember quality over quantity. It matters what you do, how much of it, and how well you do it. So before I go trying to “impress” anyone with my talent and skills, I need to look like I know what the hell I am doing before I become a laughing stalk and get everyone’s attention for all the wrong reasons.

Someone called me a mess today. Sadly, the only thing I hoped out of the borderline/ semi-insult was that I was referred to as a hot one.

[Wow, I’m just going to let you have that one]

It finally rained! Angelenos #finally got to see some rain! But don’t you worry, I set fire to that other rain a long time ago. If you think I am going to be sitting around waiting and wishing for something fun to happen, or for you to come around, you are wrong. I can have a lot of fun with all the people in my head. Just ask them. And once we start, we can’t stop, and we won’t stop.

[Great! Now you have me stuck on Miley]

I am not one to sit around and hope that something exciting ends up in my lap. I find fun and a good time anywhere. Is it wrong to always be under the influence? I mean I’m still taking care of business. OK, it is [only] when you are driving. The Greeks were drunk every day and look how praised they still are today!

The winter chill has barely settled in, half way through the season, but I am already starting my spring cleaning. I started purging my closet to make room for the new about to roll in. There’s nothing like buying new clothes and then rocking them to make you feel good. It’s time to turn those old, fat, fluffy clothes into skinny, new ones, you SFB. I said it before, I will say it again, if you look good, you feel good. The year is still new in case you fell on the pavement and smacked your empty, big head on it and suffered a minor case of amnesia.

The other day was extremely interesting. I had a “client,” first thing in the morning. She walked in, saw I was attending someone and walked out. She came back and saw I was attending another person so this time she decided to wait.

She approached me as it was her time to be served. Right off the bat I could tell she wanted to tell/ say something to me. We started chatting; I made a cheesy comment like I usually do, like I know how.

The lady then says out of nowhere, you have a lot of stories to tell, I could tell. I am listening to every word you are saying.

I wanted to bust. She was somewhat accurate. But I wasn’t saying anything -out loud. I couldn’t help but smirk.

The funny thing was that I was only speaking to the people in my head, daydreaming, not her; all in the midst of a transaction like some type of knockoff reboot of “A & P.” I thought I had somewhat of a poker face on but this lady was able to see right through me. I do admit since I am so happy in life, and with myself, I have nothing but a smile on my face that makes people wonder, what the hell is he so happy about?

I guess I just give off that energy that expresses I have a lot to say.

I did comment back to this nice lady and said, you best your ass I got stories to tell.

I then realized I was at work and pardoned my French.

If only she knew who she was REALLY talking to,,,

So be careful how you act and react to things and especially how you look because there is always someone watching.

I know, I’ve been absent, and I know you’ve missed me. Yes, abstinence makes the heart grow fonder, but damn, a man has needs!

[And so do your readers!]

And so do my readers so the more important thing is: I am back! Back like the McRib, again.

Why even take it off the menu!?

[You should be thinking more of fish than the pig!]

Some of you have been wondering: Where is he? What is he doing? Who is he doing? He gives us this twisting tale, makes us bust, and then vanishes!

[So typical of you, Otter! You always leaving them wanting more, don’t you!?]

Damn straight, mother fuckers!

But don’t get it twisted, and no, I have not been playing hooky like you think. I am not you, sneaky! I’ve been doing me. LOL.

LOL, again.

[Fucken pig!]

I’ve been staying true to myself, trying not to break my New Year’s Resolution like most of you already have. Or did you just give up on not making them up altogether? I’ve been hustling it like I said I would be. 50 Cent better watch it! I will show him wanksta. I’ve been so busy I have not even clipped my toe nails. I was like, WTF is that smell!? And that’s when I knew I had to come up for air.

The truth is I am exhausted! I’m hoping I don’t get admitted to the ER for exhaustion!

[Kick it Lindsay!]

But I wanted to hustle, and hustle is what I got and hustle is what I am doing.

[Be careful what you wish for]

Indeed!

So much has occurred in this whirlwind of hustle; there’s been some rearranging. The Platypus was fired! Donald Trump status. I swear, I had nothing to do with it, but I cannot say I was sad to see that brod go. Every dog, or platypus, has his day!

Not so badass anyone, are we, Platy!?

Machiavelli said, “It’s better to be feared than loved.” Looks like The Platypus will be the one fearing from now on, fearing how to pay the rent! Poor her, she wasn’t feared or loved. So sad,,, You should have swallowed your pride when you had the chance to, Platy, instead of swallowing that barbacoa foot long from Subway you were fooling yourself on thinking you were eating healthy.

Fatty Platy! Aw, Platy is maddy. Boo-fucken-hoo! It’s one of those “Sorry, not sorry” types of deals.

I cannot stand when people act like a badass and when someone retaliates on them they go running scared! If you start like a badass, you better finish like a badass! There is no crying in baseball, and don’t go trying to act like a hero and save the day either switching it all up! We have enough of those. Go do something with yourself, go be a villain or something. Make yourself interesting.

Speaking of the devil, we need a story where the villain wins. Why do the good guys always win!? So cliché!

And speaking of speaking of the devil, bad-asses, our dear friend, Machiavelli, and a big bad wolf whose own house was huffed and puffed away, Hampton is on a high horse. He’s under the impression he is an overnight celebrity. I was like fool, don’t forget who made you! Hampton is BEGGING me to somehow write him into “The Cubicle Diaries!” The nerve of that fame whore! I’m like fool, kick it! I’m not planning a spin-off just jet, but I’ll have you in mind. Dealing with him after that was “The Silent Treatment” all over again! I wonder where he gets it from!?

And speaking of a devil,,, -“The Cubicle Diaries”

#OMFGG! I can breathe! I #FINALLY finished “There’s Something In the Coffee!” I was in full cracked out mode at the end of editing. I want it to come to life already! Any chance I got to (possibly) work on the book, I did. It and I was becoming a bit too extreme, but when you want something, and if you really, REALLY want it you will do anything. And for the record, I REALLY want this. I’ve never wanted something so bad. OK, I’m lying, but this is up there, this is @ the top of that list! You know, “That list!” Please tell me you have a “That List!?”

[A bucket list!?]

Jes, that list!

I was reading “There’s Something In The Coffee” and I was like, Wow! This is really scandalous and the best part is: THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING! I told myself I was going to stop giving people the sneak-peek they were itching for and make them all wait until it is ready as a whole to come off the conveyor belt. I am currently finalizing the book’s art cover and then comes the business side to it all.

[Listen to you, Otter]

And as for speaking of, no crying in baseball, Ms. Puff better watch it because she is up next to bat.

So be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.

I have this friend and he’s been a little I guess you would say “off” lately. He’s actually been pissing me off. All of a sudden he flipped the switch on me. I was like WTFQ!?

He saw me eating dinner the other night and ever since then he has dissed me, or should I say giving me “The Silent Treatment.” The next day we saw each other, again. I noticed a big change in his attitude and behavior from just the night before and I was like, OK,,, what’s your deal? Why are you so obsessed with me!? LOL.

[Kick it “Mean Girl!”]

We got into it before and I told him not to mess with me because I will not take his shit. Obviously this fucker has not taken me serious and chooses to push my buttons and test his luck. The last time we had a “fallout,” things got a little intense. I told him I ate his kind for dinner as if it was a snack and he was no exception. I also told him, because I was so caught up in the moment, that I even ate his kind alive. He sure took me serious then!

My friend is weird. I said it before and I will say it again: not only are people weird, PEOPLE ARE RUDE! I’m starting to question him. He has an attitude problem, he’s the first born so he’s cocky.

[Wow, are you fighting with yourself, again!?]

NO, You idiot! Shut up! I am being serious! For once. LOL.

I don’t trip off of him and give him shit for doing nothing all day, people are who they are.

[OK, now you are getting cynical]

I said, shut it!!! Don’t make me write you off, too!

[But you are me and I am you]

Like I was saying, this little “tiff” is going too far and I think I should be the bigger person

[Bigger. Haha! The shoe fits!]

I am going to fuck you up! Go get stuck on a song or something!

And reach out to him. I appreciate him, we’re buddies!

[Bed buddies?]

No, you homo!

I was eating alone so it could not have been because I was with someone he did not like. On top of all the random stuff I’ve told him as we’ve argued, I told him I was going to hit him where it hurt one day out of nowhere just for messing with me and not taking me serious. I told him to never underestimate The Otter. He again laughed and brushed it off.

So I guess the time has come. Ever since my pet fish, Hampton, saw me eating sushi the other night, he has been giving me the silent treatment.

Everyone has a story to tell and they say you should write what you know, but what am I going to do if the gossip runs out and the scandals run dry? No one likes reruns and only some reboots make it, so it’s up to the writer to come up with new and interesting ways to entertain people, right? Wrong! Kind of. LOL. I find it easier letting nature take its course and let the stories write themselves. Agnostic, Atheist, or hopeful, God is the best writer. What’s going to happen will happen. Humans are already interesting characters as it is because they are humans: unpredictable yet predictable. I’ve had so much fun writing fiction because you can do ANTYHING you want with it, and when I mean ANYTHING, I mean ANYTHING, but let’s face it, we cannot control everything so get over yourself you damn control freak.

[But ANYTHING can happen with magic, right?]

Just shut the fuck up!

I should retract what I just wrote about scandals running dry and gossip running out because let’s face it, that will never happen. Hash tag never. [You didn’t hash tag it!] #never. Happy? No matter our age and no matter how grown up we think we are and try to act, we are still going to get ourselves caught up in something that could have been prevented just like most of us will always live from check to check. And sad to say, and sorry to burst you bubble, bubblehead, people only find you interesting for your flaws and when you are down in the dirt with your ass up; jet everyone thinks their own shit does not stink! And when I say sorry, I am not so sorry. NEWSFLASH: everyone shits! & we ALL have skeletons in our walk in closets so get that tri-ply and start wiping! Hell, you need those scented baby wipes and light a match while you are at it, too.

So I say, give them something to write, or tweet, about and rock that outfit you fished out of the clearance bin [–hey! There is NOTHING wrong with the clearance bin! You’ve eyed it, too!] and give them a run for their money even if the money is well spent before the check has come. And don’t think you are slick canceling your direct deposit so the bank does not get theirs because they will!

I will [eventually. lol] expand my writing out of the drama/sex/scandal/noir –all the things we hate to love genre but for right now, I am getting in where I fit in. I just completed editing ‘There’s Something In The Coffee’ [FINALLY & AMEN! & hopefully for the last time] but Volume one is just the tip of the iceberg. A piece of me wants to have all three Volumes in one, but I’d rather make it rain, hell, hurricane! and let my readers get piece after piece instead of giving it to them raw, I mean all at once. Rome was not built in one day, I would know, I’ve been there!

As for all the stuff we do read about and see on TV, is it all a matter of life imitating art and art imitating life? [yes.] Does fiction and drama really write itself? [yes.] Are we just guinea pigs in life? [yeah!] Who are we and who do we think we are!? [that’s for damn sure!] I will say, though, not only do dreams come true, but so do fantasies, especially sexual ones. [that is for damn sure!!] so sit tight and pray that you play your cards right.

School bells are ringing, that’s actually my alarm tone, and I am ready to be back on campus. Ready to meet my new teachers, ready to people watch and most of all besides ready to resume my college-lifestyle, ready to be around people who have the same goals: to be a mother fucken hustler hoping they pass their classes. So we’ll just have to all wait to see what this quarter has in-store.

Otherwise, any who, anyhow, and all those other mumbo-jumbo words you wanna try and use to make yourself seem smarter, get a coat, a peacoat because it will rain.

It’s that time of year again, where everyone is entitled to a fresh start. Whether it is personally, professionally, or astronomical, everyone is entitled to a new beginning. Clean the looking glass and brush your shoulders off because new has arrived.

I love New Years and I love new. I also love new beginnings. I find myself searching for them all the time. I also find myself toasting to them every time I meet someone new. New Years is the time where we get the chance to just let go of the past and go head first into the future with no questions asked or explanations needed. If you want to kick something or someone to the curb, now is the best time. Everyone has the same understanding when it comes to this holiday, so no one really gives people shit for dropping them because it is a sociological understanding that New Years is a time for everyone. It’s not a day where it belongs to only us in the singular like our birthday, it is the day that belongs to everyone like planet Earth’s birthday.

A lot has changed since Earth made its last complete trip around the sun and I have a feeling that come the next time around even more will be different. I am excited about 2014. I’m also eager and scared. Every year I name my year and this year I name 2014 as ‘Year of the Hustle.’ Listed below are some of my most important resolutions:

DO NOT LIVE COMFORTABLY. Everyone wants to live comfortably, but in 2014, I do not. I want to be on the constant grind and hustle. I have a list of things I want to come to life like my book, THE CUBICLE DIARIES, and If I live comfortably, I start to slack and if I slack, I get nothing done. I then find myself mad at myself for not taking care of business and wasting so much time! Time is running out. I am only young, hot, intelligent, and energetic once! I am sick of finding an easy way out of things for a little fun. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with a little fun, but my little tends to be supersized. 2013 was titled, ‘Make Your Mark’ and I did make a mark, I really did, but now it’s time to start at that mark and draw a pattern, a crazy, funky pattern no one is familiar with that everyone will love.

If you look good, you feel good. I want to look good everyday no matter what. I want to look good even when I feel like shit and am down in the dirt face first. I will master the saying of, ‘put a happy face on.’ I will pick myself up every day and face the unknown and challenge myself.

I want to use a lot more cash than credit. Anonymity is key. Credit is only a way where the government can keep an easier tab on you. And no, I am not paranoid but the government needs to back the fuck up. Our founding fathers would be pissed at the country we live in today, the country they established that is being ran by someone who is giving nothing but empty promises and who is probably as duplicitous as they come. You can take your points and shove them where the sun does not shine. We think we earn free things because of the points we accumulate on the rewards programs we are signed up for, but how much money do we have to spend to get those “freebees.” Most points equal to one dollar and most “freebees” cost tens of thousands of points. Wow, you are really living large with that $25,000 gift card to Friday’s. I’m waiting on my $5,000.00 cutting board! Not unless you are someone with money in the bank who actually spends their money, hold the mayo.

And if I really wanna get personal, LOL, I am not going to let school be such a burden on me. I mean, I DO love the college life and I DO love college, but I should enjoy my college life more and not let my academics control me. My writing should control me. Some of life’s best war stories begin with, “Well, when I was in college…” or the best one, “…Yeah, but I swore it off after college!” I am smart enough to let academics coast and take this time to produce what matters to me most: TCD, and… [lol]

There’s nothing like buying a new outfit, a new car, trying a new type of food or discovering new territory, but New Year’s is one of the best times of the year for a new you and hopefully stick to it because ultimately you are only fooling yourself if you don’t. There is nothing like new in life and I have realized that when new comes into my life, it comes by the bundle. But if you are one of those potatoes who don’t like rattling the cage every now, good luck!

Clean slate? Clean slate!

We all know what it means and if you don’t, Google it. In fact, Google me. ‘No news is good news’ can mean so many things. For starters, when we visit the clinic and hope we don’t get a call back, that’s one. [I can #FINALLY stop looking at my phone!] And next is when we know we had a drunken, over the top night and know we got out of control because we blacked out, we are just waiting for that burnout to post or comment about it and put us on blast, but in the meantime, no news is good news.

At times it is hard having to accept the facts of life and face the music face to face, but even more so about our ‘no news is good news’ motto, when that bad habit of and in our life has not called to ruin it, we are then thanking the Lord no news is good news. The farther some keep away, the better. There’s those people who are just bad news and should stay in the crawl space they came from. People are so duplicitous and ultimately, everyone has an ulterior motive up their sleeve even if they are wearing a short sleeved shirt. Hell, they can be wearing a tank top for all that matters. They say keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but a better and safer alternative might be to consider becoming a hermit.

But what if we want to hear this news, you say? What if we wanna be all up in the mix and in the know and be updated on who is doing what, and most of all who is doing who?

Then go to Instagram and Facebook and Twitter and Yelp and Vine and Tublr [—make it stop!] and look at all the ways people are overrating their sad little lives. Go like people’s postings just so they can like your postings right back and after they did, unlike it. Go be fake because being fake is of the norm. Just like orange being the new black! [D’Saundra. GOD have mercy on that soul. That poor lost soul] and that is when I get a kick out of how many people say they wanna be left alone. We all hate when people are all up in our business when the shoe is on the other foot. NEWSFLASH: Stop putting stuff on the internet for crying out loud. You take the good with the bad. Why don’t you post when you are sad and broken down then people can say they really know you!

Stop posting your Instavideos like people care what you did all year! Like we didn’t see it the first time you were overrating yourself. The question is, besides everyone, exactly who are you trying to make jealous? I know who you are annoying [me] and I know who you are making a fool of [you] so what is the point of doing it all over again. Is this a cry for help? As you can hopefully see, I am not a fan of reruns only ‘I Love Lucy’ ones. AND just to let you know, the only videos people care about are the ones we make that we are not entirely proud of, yet still make them. It’s amazing how far a camera phone can go now. And after that ‘play’ button is pushed, your fifteen minutes of fame begin ticking so hopefully your partner was a minute man so the spotlight can shine on you some more you little fame whore.

On the contrary, thank God for social media because it gives weak people confidence and lets them think people actually care about them. [Um, you are just as weak. No matter how much shit you talk about them, you are just like them!]

FYI, no one cares and in reality, you look dumb overrating your life and when will you realize it is not attractive posting things back to back to back to back? Did you not notice people lost interest after the eighth post you put up today? Not unless you are Gossip Girl or James Franco, no one will care. Even SVDW had her days. Are you even human or just some overgrown catfish flopping its tail on the floor in front of the computer, or should I say the more relevant now, a tablet. I’m sorry, mini iPad!? Do something productive besides posing with drinks in your hands! For all we know its water and not vodka. For all we know it’s not even your drink! You are so sad you should get a happy meal, from Subway.

And that is why I say, no news is good news. Mr. Cynical meet Mr. Know-it-all. Maybe your New Year’s Resolution should be having more human-to-human interaction than avatar-to-avatar interaction? You might cum a little better. Paper may be on a descend, but it is still relevant and you are only someone when you are written about in the papers. Anyone can write on the internet. And no, this song was not written about you. Like me, hate me, but deep down you know you are intrigued. And if you forgot what ‘intrigued’ means, get a dictionary.

Birth, it’s one of the many fundamentals to life, aside from death and taxes. No one ever said life would be easy so stop looking for the easy way out of things. Put a little hair on your chest!

Recently a friend had a baby and it made me realize, I am nowhere near ready to contribute to boring a child -NOWHERE near. The only thing I am considered about bring to life is my book, The Cubicle Diaries. Today, I finalized another editing of the first book and I am happy where it stands but it must be perfect! It’s gonna be one of those series where it gets better and better than being all paraded out in the first one and have the second and third suck ass. No, honeychild, it grows and grows, not like many of the other flops out there. I love the entire series, but the third volume is where it all happens. I do admit, I did spice up the 1st volume. The second and third have been secured but the 1st I am paying a lot more attention to because that is where it all begins. That is where the seeds for the wild, exotic flowers are planted and over time, we will watch them grow into man-eating plants. Think Super Mario Bros! I am SO excited for it. So there you have it, the only birth I am worried about is of my baby, or babies, The Cubicle Diaries. And I promise, I will deliver, and if you know me, which you don’t so don’t get it twisted, I never make promises I cannot keep and I always pay my debts, and I always collect.

On the other hand, I finally, can I get a #FINALLY -thank you!, dined at The Orange Hill restaurant in Orange in honor of my Pagogo’s birthday. The Orange Hill was the bizzz! It’s Orange County’s version of the San Fernando Valley’s the Odyssey. It’s literally on a hill with a view of all of Orange County. I am in love with all the archways inside the long estate like building. The wine cases are OMFGG, but not as #OMFGG as the view. It is literally the counterpart to the Odyssey. It has a pond in the front with Koi fishes and believe it or not, I saw a fish come up for air! Yes! A fucken fish came up for air. It must have been the elevation or better jet, LOL, there must have been something in the water. LOL. I fucking love it! Hahaha. There was an outdoor fireplace and gas lamps.

The Orange Hill is equipped with the upscale O Bar. It has an orange piano Elton John and Liberace would go rounds over. A bitch will put their hair back to get first dibs on it! Take yo fucken earrings off and change into sweats, bitches will not be so lady like for a few! It has beautiful orange chandlers one would go to jail for trying to jack. The orange furniture makes you confused as to whether you are having a nostalgic flashback or jumping into the future because orange is the new black. The holiday brunch consist of prime rib, salmon, turkey -which was the shit, king crab legs and some sweet shrimp –OMFGG! Their wild rice stuffing made stove top look like molded chopped liver. Yes, I went there. And as for the desert, me and Pagogo felt like rhinoceroses after we left and since it was a celebration for so many things, but most importantly Pagogo’s birthday, we had a bottle of my favourite beverage, the bubbly. It was a good, borderline midweek break from reality and if we knew me, which many don’t cause let’s face it whether we accept it, or not, we don’t know ourselves, I had to have my bubbly.

So that makes two for my new-restaurant-a-month deal. Pat on my back. So whenever you wanna get away and try something new and if you are in Los Angeles and wanna leave Los Angeles, the Orange Hill is something to consider. It’s romantic and iif you just need some ‘me’ time which we all need, take a drive and hide in the hill, the Orange Hill.

Thanks for letting me share.

[What the fuck is this? An AA meeting?]

So I have this problem -I take that back, I have a few, but right now I am only concerned about one. At times I do not know what to eat. Its sounds crazy but it’s true! You’re not gonna tell me it does not happen to you. Anyhow, meat was not defrosted, I can only have so many sandwiches in a week, and I JUST had Taco Bell the other day so I decided on Chipotle.

It was the evening when traffic in my area is at its peak and I was not gonna drive because it would take me longer to drive than walk & I did not wanna lose my scarce parking spot; plus, I am not one of those lazy beasts not willing to walk, I’m just a beast, an active one and plus, I like walking.

[You have a problem jumping off cue!]

Did I not just say I have a problem! I’m only alien! Shit!

So! I am walking to Chipotle. I was yearning for a nice crispy, frosty walk with my pea coat & Burberry scarf and as I am walking up La Brea, I realize the place I have been yearning to go to was not as packed as it usually is. It’s a happening spot, trendy, upscale, some would say ‘booshwah’. I’ve wanted to go since forever! Sometimes it looks like it has it all going on. It’s a head-turner. I slapped the e-brake on and told myself, you’re not down! Why the hell not!? I have not done my new-restaurant-a-month thing yet. I kicked Chipotle to the curb & made an impromptu move to CUBE. CUBE is a wine and cheese bar and might I say, there is nothing square about CUBE. Right off the bat I was taken. I loved it.

Cube is dark lit, dark, & sensual. The staff is on it. The food was BOMB. The sample of cheese was #OMFGG. As I sat at my table & watched traffic go by through the big window, I felt like I was shooting a scene for a movie. The mood and energy was just right. They play music anyone can relate to. None of that popping bottles in the club shit. It’s definitely a place you want to take someone on a date to, meet up with someone to go over some master plan like plotting revenge or something scandalous of that nature.

[Why is everything so scandalous with you!?]

Now is not the time! & why be normal!?

Back to describing CUBE,,, CUBE is a place where you and a friend can meet up and catch up & have a genuine feel to your little reunion. You know, make it seem like you actually care about each other and missed each other and gossip. CUBE is the place where you can make your mistress feel like your wife or better yet, make your wife feel like your mistress. Whatever your forte, if it is something you want a little quiet, intimate time of, CUBE is your place.

What did I have you ask? Twice.

I had the heirloom egg parmesan & the mac & cheese with those yummy bread crumbs sprinkled on top. #OMFGG! The mac & cheese was JUST the way I like it: cheesy and gooey & the heirloom egg parmesan was :O If it did not look so wrong, I’d lick the plate it came in. You must have some class while dining at CUBE, FYI. Thou shall look civil. Thou do not have to be civil, thou must look civil.

The attentive waiter gave me a small yet so flavorful sample I wanted to leave and take a breath of fresh air and go back inside. My GOD! It was a cheese & cracker w/a hint of raspberry on it. It filled my mouth with so much flavor. And you best believe I had my bubbly. There was a lovely view of the chaotic rush hour holiday madness traffic on La Brea. While they’re not moving listening to Christmas Carols on 103.5, I was wining & dining –literally, watching them squirm at being stuck at the same light for countless minutes. Dark red walls, black furniture, crystal ball lighting not to bright but enough to see what & possibly who you might be doing next, CUBE has it going on.

 

All of a sudden I care

All of a sudden things matter

All of a sudden I am grown up

All of a sudden I no longer wanna party

All of a sudden revenge is not the only answer

All of a sudden I understand things a little easier

All of a sudden I am ready to swallow my pride

All of a sudden drama is not everything to me

All of a sudden I wanna get my shit together

All of a sudden I know how to act

All of a sudden I have free time, ‘me’ time

All of a sudden I miss everyone

All of a sudden I am willing to let my guard down

All of a sudden someone is ready to find love

All of a sudden I am willing to take people’s feelings into consideration

All of a sudden I realize the world does not revolve around me

All of a sudden I am ready to come clean

All of a fucking sudden