Uniqueness
...show last night on this celeb getting Botox injections on her upper lip and her eyelids. Suddenly I get this text message on my mobile phone from my toyboy. He is a Trekkie egghead, but he is the one with the megabucks and the sex isn’t that bad. We decided to meet later tonight. “Carrie come into my office now!” Meet my boss, Naomi, she is one of those ghetto fabulous, bling bling, power dressing women. Not that I favor racism or anything, it’s just that I think that America would be better off if we would’ve send the blacks back to Africa. “Cheerio boss, everything cool?” “No Ms. Stein, everything not cool, I need to know if you have the avant-garde of the microchip ready yet? And what is that your doing sending text messages to you boyfriend and searching Google for Botox injections? Ms. Stein I don’t know if anyone told you this but you’re here to work not to chill.” Uh so dunk, what should I do? That was so ad-lib; I just stood there looking so dumb down. “Yes I know boss, let’s not make a Molotov cocktail out of this, I’ll have it ready by Monday.” And I left, she looked so pissed off. I feel like I am in a Big Brother show, where everyone is watching my every move and I have no privacy. I have to get out of here! I get home, light a spliff, get my beat box and put some hip-hop on. I need to relax before my toyboy gets here. He calls me; he said he is in mood of going to a drive-in, watch a movie on why is Generation X, Generartion X? Eat some fast food, a cheeseburger or something. Then get a little tiddly-o...