Anxiety Achieved...
New York fever is getting into high gear, the prospect of moving back is looking better and better to me. Not only that, it's becoming feasible. There's a lot goin' on in my head and I just need to get some of it out. The thing with being the one everyone turns to for advice and solace is that when you need someone to talk to, people are few and far between because they just KNOW you've got it together. Right. All I can say is thank goodness for this blog, cuz if not, I'd be extra STRESSED out! So here I am, to vent.
First off, about NY. I'm thinkin' about moving to Brooklyn and trying to rent a New York office space to run some of my brother's business affairs from. Things are turning out to be a good look for him and I feel like he'll need me there. If things turn out the way they seem, I may end up doing just that. And not to mention, Brooklyn is the boro I LOVE (home of Biggie and Jay) and it's home but NOT home, y'know? My brother can move back up and live with my dad, and I can get the BK spot, cuz I AM an adult.
That being said, I gotta get in a business frame of mind for things, too. I know my brother has a name for his label when he gets it, I think it's NON Entertainment, so I gotta start working on a letterhead so we can officially start sending out CDs and stuff. I don't know what it is, but I've been SWEATIN' my brother for like the past week and a half. Don't get me wrong, I've always sweated my brother. When we first moved to Atlanta, I was just gonna work as a temp and focus solely on gettin' him out there. But he wasn't motivated, so I fell back and let him follow his own path, doin' what I could without pissin' him off. But last week, I took some time and posted him here. Both him and Corey had words for me, telling me you could tell a chick did it, but hey, I did it, so whatever to them! :-P
Ahh, Corey, isn't that a name I haven't typed in a while? And that goes back to who I really am, I guess. I like to protect things, keep them for myself and he's slipped into that category now. A lot has transpired between us, but nothing I plan to share. My brother hates that about me, too, he's always asking and I don't share. It's funny, cuz when he first started working this summer, something to do with setting up for trade show booths for Matel and we were talking, I thought it wouldn't go further. But that's me, the queen of underestimating. Whatever, moving on...
So I've been terrified, and I'm trying trying to find an attorney to take my case. What case, you ask? Well, remember when I got my wisdom teeth taken out? Back in May? Well, my face is still numb, and I KNOW that's not normal. I wish Simmons Jannace Stagg handled personal injury cases, cuz then it wouldn't be an issue. Not to mention, they'd have to practice in Georgia. But lemme tell ya how the story unfolded. I called Dr. Marra, the bum who took my teeth out, to tell him my face was still numb. He called me back and gave me the number for a facial surgeon and told me he was the one I needed to see. AGAIN, THAT'S A FACIAL SURGEON. Meaning he f*cked up and now I'm gonna have to pay. Unless of course, I wanna talk like Mary Jo Buttafuoco for the rest of my life.
Now, let me explain my anxiety about this. We live in a superficial society and stellar personality aside, all people see first is my pretty, pretty face and fabulous smile. And that's not conceit, it's stone cold fact. So, if my face is all JACKED up, it won't matter how great I am on the inside, cuz no one will bother taking the steps to get that far. Which leaves me to settle for someone in my network of friends, which, yet and still, leaves the pickins to be slim. So I'm stressed out.
Miami's in a couple of weeks and I'm thinkin' it may be JUST what I need to unwind, I just hope everyone follows through, cuz my friends aren't the most reliable. I love 'em, but they like to act up. We'll see. Cuz I'm goin' to have some f-u-n, not be stressed about anybody or anything.
I figured I'd end this off on a good note, since I've been so anxious about so much. So Miami's in a couple of weeks and of course I'll keep everyone posted on the whole NY thing and everything else!
First off, about NY. I'm thinkin' about moving to Brooklyn and trying to rent a New York office space to run some of my brother's business affairs from. Things are turning out to be a good look for him and I feel like he'll need me there. If things turn out the way they seem, I may end up doing just that. And not to mention, Brooklyn is the boro I LOVE (home of Biggie and Jay) and it's home but NOT home, y'know? My brother can move back up and live with my dad, and I can get the BK spot, cuz I AM an adult.
That being said, I gotta get in a business frame of mind for things, too. I know my brother has a name for his label when he gets it, I think it's NON Entertainment, so I gotta start working on a letterhead so we can officially start sending out CDs and stuff. I don't know what it is, but I've been SWEATIN' my brother for like the past week and a half. Don't get me wrong, I've always sweated my brother. When we first moved to Atlanta, I was just gonna work as a temp and focus solely on gettin' him out there. But he wasn't motivated, so I fell back and let him follow his own path, doin' what I could without pissin' him off. But last week, I took some time and posted him here. Both him and Corey had words for me, telling me you could tell a chick did it, but hey, I did it, so whatever to them! :-P
Ahh, Corey, isn't that a name I haven't typed in a while? And that goes back to who I really am, I guess. I like to protect things, keep them for myself and he's slipped into that category now. A lot has transpired between us, but nothing I plan to share. My brother hates that about me, too, he's always asking and I don't share. It's funny, cuz when he first started working this summer, something to do with setting up for trade show booths for Matel and we were talking, I thought it wouldn't go further. But that's me, the queen of underestimating. Whatever, moving on...
So I've been terrified, and I'm trying trying to find an attorney to take my case. What case, you ask? Well, remember when I got my wisdom teeth taken out? Back in May? Well, my face is still numb, and I KNOW that's not normal. I wish Simmons Jannace Stagg handled personal injury cases, cuz then it wouldn't be an issue. Not to mention, they'd have to practice in Georgia. But lemme tell ya how the story unfolded. I called Dr. Marra, the bum who took my teeth out, to tell him my face was still numb. He called me back and gave me the number for a facial surgeon and told me he was the one I needed to see. AGAIN, THAT'S A FACIAL SURGEON. Meaning he f*cked up and now I'm gonna have to pay. Unless of course, I wanna talk like Mary Jo Buttafuoco for the rest of my life.
Now, let me explain my anxiety about this. We live in a superficial society and stellar personality aside, all people see first is my pretty, pretty face and fabulous smile. And that's not conceit, it's stone cold fact. So, if my face is all JACKED up, it won't matter how great I am on the inside, cuz no one will bother taking the steps to get that far. Which leaves me to settle for someone in my network of friends, which, yet and still, leaves the pickins to be slim. So I'm stressed out.
Miami's in a couple of weeks and I'm thinkin' it may be JUST what I need to unwind, I just hope everyone follows through, cuz my friends aren't the most reliable. I love 'em, but they like to act up. We'll see. Cuz I'm goin' to have some f-u-n, not be stressed about anybody or anything.
I figured I'd end this off on a good note, since I've been so anxious about so much. So Miami's in a couple of weeks and of course I'll keep everyone posted on the whole NY thing and everything else!
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