My 1st day as a doctor.
I don't feel any different. I'm not taller. My paycheck is the same. I'm not having tons of guys call me for dates. The sky is still grey. The birds don't chirp any different. My car is still an Altima. My house isn't bigger. I still don't have a couch.
My wallet is still empty. My room is still unkempt. My computer still isn't a G4. My loan payments are still waiting for me in December. My blog doesn't have 80 million readers. The answering machine has a big fat fuckin' "0" blinkin' at me.
Life isn't exciting. No presents, no new emails. Did I mention no guys calling me for dates?
It's funny that everyone has been asking me lately, "So how does it feel?" Well, it doesn't feel any different, to be honest. I guess the world is supposed to be different. I mean, there's no homework to do, but that's cool. You know it's not like I feel like I didn't accomplish something, but it didn't quite hit me yet. Everyone's been calling me Doc too. It's cute, but now people will always expect me to be somewhat "different" or smarter. Whatever.
I'll be back later on for more drama fo yo' mama... And for those lusting after more, peep Mista J's page...he got some craziness that'll back you up! Much love to my nigs, 4 steps down ;-) And no, you can't be on top.
Voodoo
Friday, April 27, 2001
I like long walks, especially when they're taken by people who annoy me. ~Fred Allen
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If I haven't already said it, thanks for stopping by.
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