it's funny, i treat a big meeting like going to prom.  the amount of time i spend grooming before heading to meet the hot shots of the world is ridiculous.  and to think of all the expensive accessories that i've collected just to come off with the aura of "hotshot" could rival the frilly girls of the world. but i'll have u know, efforts are not wasted futility.  the knowledge of rolex's and yachts on top of a global perspective of the sub-prime crisis definitely alongside a tinkered allegiance towards the local political party makes everything all the much smoother.  i am lucky though, if all else fails, the 'mom is a singer' card has always come through in the clutch.  then i have to talk about myself for the rest of the night.  contrary to popular belief, talking about myself is uncomfortable.

while i've been skirting the pac rim, i've met a good handful of natural resource, raw material families, priveledged upbringing creates an offspring by-product of lushful extra curriculars.  anyways, i've developed nicknames for them like, tobacco girl, rubber plantation chick, steel dude....etc etc...but the funniest one of them all, and i just made the connection this morning is my favorite, the meat girl....hehehehehe.