.its.money.making.time.

MONEY MONEY MONEY. That is all this world has come to isnt it? Well I am at work. Its money making time. We have the big fish in my department today watching our every move and it is critically stressful... so I write. I write about my life, my joys, my worries, my sadness. I write. &&now I officially have a blog to write to. If someone reads it, thank you I appreciate you &if no one reads it. This is my life &I feel good sharing it. Sharing it with someone, anyone. Sharing it with no one, sharing it with my future self to look back upon. One day I will reach my goals. I will make a difference, I will touch lives. I will help individuals in need. I will effect those with lives like mine, worse than mine, or just those with hurt. Today I got a ride to work with a friend, a coworker, a very beautiful woman with a soul that is radiant. For the blogs sake her name will be Heather. She gives me rides to and from work on most days, I am right on the way. &&ohhh how I wish I could compensate her with more than my friendship. MONEY MONEY MONEY. We stopped by Del Taco on our way to work - the cashier was multitasking. She got my order, another co worker, Heathers, as well as at least 3 people in the drive through lane. She did it accurately without moaning and groaning. I wish her happiness, and success in a healthier career. Tony &I will be moving out together. We have been a couple since October so it is fairly fast. Tony &I are definately somethin else though, we understand each other. Our relationship has moved by not too quick, but not slow. He makes me laugh, I make him laugh. He has held me when I cry &I have listened to him late into the night wondering out loud. We live an hour away from each other &I dont see him often as Id like. This man captured me when I thought kno one would ever be able to handle me. I have been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, ADD, and I have severe problems with repression. I do not take medications, &my mother taught me as a child that I am strong and intelligent and I can handle my problems all on my own. Today in age I am 18 years young living in a house in a ghetto neighborhood supporting my mother father brother sister self and my dog Jack. Tony lives just over an hour away, &we are in hopes of reducing that distance. I work two jobs, my weekenend job is only 20 minutes from his house. Weekends are our time to enjoy one another, once upon a time I was staying at his house nearly every night. Once upon a time in a memory. &soon, once upon a time in reality. I love this man, &I want to witness his life. <3D.

.my.first.post.

I go by D. I am the youngest of 3, my parents were never divorced. I moved frequently although we were no part of the military. I couldnt - or wouldnt - talk until I was about 5 or 6. I understood spanish though I couldnt speak it until i was approximately 8 when my aunt came to the US to visit for the first time. I was born in Salt Lake City, Ut. I am of Venezuelan decent, and I will, without a doubt, become an anthropologist. My goals include opening businesses in this country and others. The money I make from anthropology will be to sustain myself and my family. The profit from my businesses will be to merge with other humanitarians and activists to open libraries schools and clinics all over the planet. This is my story. I would love to hear from any readers. Advice, comforting words, learning experiences, or just some two cents. Please avoid any negativity. Thank you, with much love, <3D