first year of being nicotine free!

Today marks the first year of being nicotine free! It was definitely hard but I'm glad I made it through.

This kitty def reminds me of me during the first few weeks.

The movie, "The gods must be crazy", saved my life.

Currently, Monkey and I are subleasing a small cozy 1 bedroom apt near the Hollywood hills. I noticed that no one walked their dogs late at night and I didn't know why. Until I came home late one night and had to park a few blocks away from the apt. As I had parked and was getting out of my car, I saw a stray dog speed walking down the hill. I called for it, "here doggy doggy!". It turned and looked at me and it wasn't a domesticated dog. It was a coyote. I freaked and sat in my car and waited, hoping he'd gain some distance. A few minutes pass and I think enough time passed and Mr. Coyote was long gone. I head down the hill to my little cozy apt when I'm confronted by another coyote! We are walking towards each other on the sidewalk, looking at each other in the eye. I suddenly remember a scene the movie "The gods must be crazy", where this little boy is being stalked by an animal and he had to make himself appear bigger so he wouldn't be attacked. I don't know what made me think of that movie but being short, I wasn't going to risk it. So, to make myself look bigger, I put my arms up in the air, my purse by my head, stomping towards it. We take steps closer and closer, playing chicken, at about 10 feet apart, he finally goes around me and runs up the hill. I think " I WIN!" but victory is short lived when the sound of a leaf falling made my heart drop. If it weren't for my quick thinking and the movie, "the gods must be crazy", I wouldn't have made it home to check my panties to see if they were soiled.

Here doggy doggy! coyote coyote!

other career options

Since the creative industry is taking a beating, I thought of other avenues that could be a possibility for me and I think I could be a singer. J.Lo has convinced me that you don't have to know a thing about singing and make bajillions(yes, that is a real word) of dough. Come on! I was in the choir in the 6th grade. I too can dance to look like I am under the influence of drugs.
                                             
                                             J.Lo: me?!
                                             Me: Yes, You, J.Lo. You stole my career.