by starzskymoon on March 12, 2010
You know there are days when I sit and think about all the accomplishments I’ve had in my life.
High school graduation.
Getting married (MAJOR FAIL).
Divorce (MAJOR WIN!).
Undergrad completion.
Master’s Degree hanging on the wall.
And now I’ve reached the point in my life where I think, what else can I do?
A PhD seems kinda out there only because it will get me nothing in the path I have chosen (just like that lovely master’s I got).
Then the answer hit me . . .
Okay, really, I knew this is something I needed to do all along, but the “I’VE SEEN THE LIGHT!!!!” story just seemed so much better.
I have officially sent in my application to sit for the abhorred CPA exam.
They say it’s harder than the BAR. The hardest exam out there a professional can take.
The overall passing rate for the nation is around 60%.
And I hope to be included in that statistic by the end of the year.
Wish me luck, bloposphere. My first part is being taken in May.
by starzskymoon on March 11, 2010
I promise all things righteous that I’m not *that* kind of girl. I don’t cry over much. I give off the perception that I’m overly tough and insensitive; that I have a heart of stone. So when it comes to tears, you don’t happen to see them drizzling down my face too often . . . except for maybe when Duke loses to Maryland and ties for the ACC #1 spot . . .
But I digress.
And mom, you should totally stop reading right now because what I’m about to post is not something mother-daughter appropriate. Then again, it’s not like I’m a princess, either.
I am a girl who is a driven hard when it comes to sex. I like it. I’ll admit it. Nay, I love it. And sex is sex is sex. Sure, it can get emotional at times, but most times I bone to release frustration, anger . . . what have you. And no, it doesn’t always have to be sex with a partner. I do do the *unthinkable* and *unspeakable*. I mean, remember that post when I showed you all a picture of my friend?
I thought so.
So this week had been extremely rough on me. In fact, the past few weeks have been rough. I’m sure the majority of you have gathered that from my posting lately though. I haven’t exactly been my self . . . I’ve kinda been that angry, crazy cat woman lurking in the shadows, just waiting to pounce on your face if you dare make a false move.
Moving on.
Since A hadn’t exactly been feeling up to par lately, I’ve been a little . . . neglected in that department. And when I feel neglected, I start to get, well, cranky. I mean, who wouldn’t in all honesty? I like my love.
Finally, we had a breakthrough this week and we were ready to go! go! go!
And my levels kept rising . . .
and rising . . .
and rising . . .
until finally the inevitable happened and BAM! Miracles occurred. Babies were born. Angels sang . . .
And I . . .
I, my friends? I . . .
cried.
Over an orgasm.
