Peaks and Valleys

I said good-bye to Jamba Juice yesterday. RomiE and I have been tracking our expenses in an attempt to save money—its time to think about loan repayments, the business, the building, a huge house, preferably in Evanston—and we arose at the conclusion that the majority of our money is exchanged for take out and what that translated from my spending, among a list of other purchased nonsense, was an excess in Jamba Juice. I go to Jamba Juice twice a day almost, and my drink is always Power Sized with extra boosts of energy or protein, or if I haven’t eaten anything all day, fiber—10 dollars a drink. Then there are those weekends when I’ve eaten one too many roast beef sammiches or RomiE’s sat up in the kitchen all night broiling pork steaks and my guts, then after, feel grungy, I go to Jamba Juice to purge my system with a 2ounce shot of wheatgrass and Acai Supercharger…power size please. But, alas…no more.

The class that I Failed last semester…?—No longer no more!!! I called Polly, I emailed Polly, I harassed Polly and FINALLY Polly changed my grade!

Ken:

I submitted a grade change form on Friday. It could take a
while to process through. I changed the grade from an F to a C. I
wrote comments on your full movement, which is available with your folder in the
Fiction Writing Department.

Polly

Junior Year, watch OUT! Not to mention yesterday was my Last day of summer classes of which I passed yet another class which only puts me further in the running for becoming America's Next Top Model. YaY me. So I’m excited! All my little erogenous zones are blushing. Maybe I should masturbate.

Sweet Pea Keith is moving yet again. This would be like the fourth move in 3 years. He said he found himself an apartment on Jarvis which is just about where he lives now, so I’m hoping the haul won’t be so bad.

Several things have been going on between Mister Brown and I…outside of regulating our financing, but we took our first trip outta town the other week to Benton Harbor, Michigan where we visited Camp Rosenthal and canoed with the children. We spent the rest of that weekend with Jason B. of Chicago at the Venetian Festival and on our way home, RomiE and I detoured to Michigan City where we shopped. I found myself a fabulously fitting Pea Coat, which was necessary for the wardrobe, and RomiE picked himself up a pair of TimZ, size 14.

A week after that we worked each others nerves and this week we’re kissing. The peaks and valleys of love, my people, the peaks and valleys of love.