I took the common entrance exam (we have to take that in order to get into the equivalent of the 7th grade in the U.S), and got into a military school. Benjamin went to boarding school at a different state. Since my mother traveled for months at a time, she had us stay with one of her step sisters (my aunt) who was quite the "wicked step-mother". I went to day school so I got to experience most of her wicked ways; lucky Ben, lol.
The school year went by pretty fast, I barely remember living with this aunt of mine. She had a daughter in my same grade (she went to a boarding school that I would later attend) and I was literally "Cinderella". I got dished all the chores, it was hard to believe that I was only 9 at the time. I got skipped several grades because I was smart :-) They were catholic so I went to mass with them and prayed at night with them. I learned how to say my "hail mary's". I detested living there and I was glad when my mother came back and put me in boarding school for my 8th grade year.
We then got to live with my mother's blood sister. Side note; my grandfather had many wives (about 20 or so); that's why we had so many aunts. Ben stayed at his school and I got transferred to a government owned private school. My brother and I went to school in different states from this current aunt (Let's call her Aunt Mary) and it was awesome!!! Aunt Mary was Jehovah's Witness so we attended her church with her
I was free to do as I wished so I slacked off a lot on my grades and just played like kids my age would; remember, I was only 10. I attended this school from the U.S equivalent of 8th-11th grade. I slacked off so much that I actually got held back when I was supposed to move on to the 11th grade. So in actuality, I attended the 10th grade twice. It seemed like my mother was gone for years. Aunt Mary treated us a lot better; and during summers we got to go stay with Aunt Cathy. She was so nice; treated us and her kids like gold. We went to resorts, played in the streams...it was so much fun. They were also catholic, so we went to mass with them. I looked forward to visiting every year! There were plenty of Aunts in our lives who were put in charge of looking after us. My mother sent money and clothes for us, but of course we never saw any of the money!
Finally, during my 4th year of boarding school, my mother returned to do some mothering...and I guess start paper work to get us moved to the States. Guess she got tired of having other people mother us? Not sure but she definitely didn't like the fact that my grades slipped so of course the beatings started again. We stayed in an estate where a friend of hers also lived; we call her aunt Patty. It was kind of nice having my mother back and having all the fun "American" clothes. We viewed the U.S back home as a place where everything was nice and everybody was upper class...I guess we were just naive. My mother started building a house...I suppose we had been renting all this time. We left for the U.S in 1997 (the house was half-way done) and it was on to a new adventure...It seems like we always kept moving! But I was excited to come live in the United States :-)
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Chapter 2 - Off to Mommy Dearest
One afternoon after tiring of the beatings my dad gave us (I'm guessing), he told us we would be going to stay with our mom for a while because he had to go out of town on business...if he actually was on good terms with ANY family member, perhaps they would have volunteered to watch us. It didn't matter anyway because that was just a lie my dad told us, I guess so our feelings wouldn't be hurt. Are you fucking kidding me???
It's still a bit blurry but I remember meeting my mother for the first and time, and being very happy to see her. For one, because I had never met her before till then, and always wanted a real mommy (my dad's girlfriends were bitches and didn't cut it). And two, because I wanted to get the hell out of that torture-fest!!!
I'm not even sure how we got to my mom's home because she lived in a completely different state; I'm guessing we drove and I slept a lot (still do on trips as an adult). I met my grandma on my mom's side of the family for the first time. My brother and I were so happy to be in a different situation. Life with my mother and her husband was very Euphoric at first. We immediately got enrolled in a private school..one of the best in the area. I met my half-sister (4 years apart) for the first time, she was cool I guess, just very young, practically a baby. We had a live-in nanny, but we were assigned chores, etc. Life was pretty good/regular.
Then all of a sudden it seemed the switch in my mom's head went off, geeze! Not again! I started getting mercilessly beat for silly things a 7 year old would do. I would lie about stupid things, that I cannot even remember and my mom would beat the shit out of me to make me confess. The things she did over there, she would get arrested for in the States. I will get more detailed about the beatings later and give specific incidents. My brother didn't get in trouble as much because he was pretty good at being good I guess.
My mother was a strong "born-again" christian; (before that she was very heavy into voodoo, like my dad) we went to church regularly (a completely different scene from what we were used to while living with our dad). We even went to church's retreats; my mother was very into her religion, which was why I was baffled as to the way she mercilessly beat the crap out of me. That was not very God-like! I must stay though, because of her I learned about a completely different religion and had a broader view on life. I learned about the bible, God, Jesus, etc. I didn't have a narrow mind of just the voodoo religion and that was definitely a good thing for a child to know; that not everyone is harsh and brutal like my father and not everyone believes in voodoo, and that I had the freedom to choose what religion I wanted to follow.
I absolutely adored my stepfather though, perhaps because he was rarely ever there. I wished he would adopt me so I never had to see my father again! Of course all that would change, lol. He would only come by during the holidays (Christmas/new year's). He lived in the States so my mother would always travel to go see him, be with him. I think they were newly weds when my brother and I came into their lives so I guess she was trying to keep things balanced. My step-father was Ethiopian as well, he went to school in the States and ended up staying there, but he met my mother while he was visiting from the States and they fell in love and got married. Since my mother traveled for months at a time to be with my step-father in the States, we ended up having to stay with several different relatives...that led to the next chapter of my life, EXPERIENCING LIFE WITH DIFFERENT FAMILY MEMBERS OF DIFFERENT CLASS LEVELS...this definitely broadened my view of life even more.
It's still a bit blurry but I remember meeting my mother for the first and time, and being very happy to see her. For one, because I had never met her before till then, and always wanted a real mommy (my dad's girlfriends were bitches and didn't cut it). And two, because I wanted to get the hell out of that torture-fest!!!
I'm not even sure how we got to my mom's home because she lived in a completely different state; I'm guessing we drove and I slept a lot (still do on trips as an adult). I met my grandma on my mom's side of the family for the first time. My brother and I were so happy to be in a different situation. Life with my mother and her husband was very Euphoric at first. We immediately got enrolled in a private school..one of the best in the area. I met my half-sister (4 years apart) for the first time, she was cool I guess, just very young, practically a baby. We had a live-in nanny, but we were assigned chores, etc. Life was pretty good/regular.
Then all of a sudden it seemed the switch in my mom's head went off, geeze! Not again! I started getting mercilessly beat for silly things a 7 year old would do. I would lie about stupid things, that I cannot even remember and my mom would beat the shit out of me to make me confess. The things she did over there, she would get arrested for in the States. I will get more detailed about the beatings later and give specific incidents. My brother didn't get in trouble as much because he was pretty good at being good I guess.
My mother was a strong "born-again" christian; (before that she was very heavy into voodoo, like my dad) we went to church regularly (a completely different scene from what we were used to while living with our dad). We even went to church's retreats; my mother was very into her religion, which was why I was baffled as to the way she mercilessly beat the crap out of me. That was not very God-like! I must stay though, because of her I learned about a completely different religion and had a broader view on life. I learned about the bible, God, Jesus, etc. I didn't have a narrow mind of just the voodoo religion and that was definitely a good thing for a child to know; that not everyone is harsh and brutal like my father and not everyone believes in voodoo, and that I had the freedom to choose what religion I wanted to follow.
I absolutely adored my stepfather though, perhaps because he was rarely ever there. I wished he would adopt me so I never had to see my father again! Of course all that would change, lol. He would only come by during the holidays (Christmas/new year's). He lived in the States so my mother would always travel to go see him, be with him. I think they were newly weds when my brother and I came into their lives so I guess she was trying to keep things balanced. My step-father was Ethiopian as well, he went to school in the States and ended up staying there, but he met my mother while he was visiting from the States and they fell in love and got married. Since my mother traveled for months at a time to be with my step-father in the States, we ended up having to stay with several different relatives...that led to the next chapter of my life, EXPERIENCING LIFE WITH DIFFERENT FAMILY MEMBERS OF DIFFERENT CLASS LEVELS...this definitely broadened my view of life even more.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Chapter 1 - The early years
I was born in Ethiopia where I would live and be raised till the age of 12. It was just me, my older brother, Benjamin, our nanny, and my dad. My parents had divorced shortly after I was born and my father kept us, so I never knew my mother till I was about 6. The laws in Ethiopia give the parental rights to the man; this means that the father can practically keep the mother away from the children if he wanted. That was exactly what my dad did. Apparently, it was a messy divorce, so messy that my dad (as though he were a bitter woman), cut out my mom's face from all the family photos so we wouldn't know who she was. My brother however did remember my mom because he was old enough to remember when my parents divorced. Benjamin even remembers our mom coming over to the house one day to try to see us and my dad going outside to tell her to leave his property. They were arguing and screaming at each other and eventually my mom left and never got to see us. We had our live-in nanny take the place of our mother. We changed nannies a few times so I never really got to bond with any of them. My dad worked a lot so I never really bonded with him either, neither did my brother. The only person I ever really bonded with, and that I am very close with today, is my brother. While my father was at work, our nanny looked after us until we were old enough to start attending school. For some reason, Benjamin and I did not attend the same school, come to think of it, I don't think we ever attended the same school; not elementary, high school, or college. Weird huh? We got dropped off and picked up from school by our driver. Our nanny prepared our meals, bathed and clothed us, and basically took care of us and all the household duties. Sundays were our nanny's days off, she went to church; I believe she was Catholic. We never went to church, we weren't religious. I liked my nanny so much that I would ask my dad if I could go to church with her, and he would always respond sternly, "no".
I remember life with my father being very fabulous indeed. We were very spoiled! Whatever we wanted, we got. We had the lives of pampered children; private schools, lots of toys, driver to take us were we wanted, country club memberships, etc. We lived on our own street (as in my dad's father owned the land and decided to name it after himself), in our own private estate. There were two houses on the estate and my dad rented out one of the houses to a family with two young children about the same age as us; we got to play with them once in a while, although it wasn't at all encouraged by my dad. We also were instructed to never, under any circumstances, eat or drink anything from their home. This rule actually applied to everyone; on the rare occasions that my dad took us to visit his friends, we were not allowed to accept food or drinks from them. I never did understand why, until I got older. My dad was afraid that someone could poison us, both in a physical and spiritual sense; you will understand why he thinks this way as you read on. We did sneak sometimes and accept food from our neighbors when our dad wasn't around, after all, we were children ;0)
I absolutely loved Christmas time because of all the lovely dolls and dresses I would get; even though we weren't really christian, we celebrated Christmas anyway. And during the holidays, we actually get two sets of presents: one on Christmas day, and one on New Year's Day. Life was great indeed; I suppose this is why I like receiving gifts and being spoiled. My brother and I used to play all the time, which sort of turned me into a tom-boy as a child. We climbed trees, raced each other, watched my dad's porn (though I was very confused as to what they were doing at the time, lol), played house, and pretty much did what normal children do. My dad was big on pets, especially exotic ones. We owned a parrot, a dove, an eagle, a monkey, and a dog. After we moved out, I heard that my dad got several more exotic animals. Our groundsman used to kill lizards to feed eagle and we loved helping him hunt; we made believe we were Indiana Jones! LOL. Our nanny trained the parrot to say her name whenever she came around. I didn't care much for the parrot though because it bit me one day when I was trying to play with it; that bastard! LOL. My dad was very big on education; we had private tutors and he even took time, on occasion to tutor us himself. Most of the lessons he gave us were on our language, Oromigna. We spoke English, which was our first language, all the time. My dad wanted us to speak our language as well so he would give us fun lessons outside. We never did learn our language because it was never spoken to us, only taught to us in a classroom format. All we knew how to say were certain small words, and we knew how to greet a person. My dad also taught us how to play soccer because he was an avid soccer player. He absolutely loved the sport and so he wanted us to love it as well. We never got much visitors at the house; we didn't have any relatives come around. I came to find out later that my dad disowned his entire family which was why they were restricted from ever coming around. I never met my grandfathers on either side; they both passed away before I was born. I did not get to meet my dad's mom until I was 17; I met my mother's mom when I was 6. We were loners; it was always me and my brother. I think that is one of the reasons I am not really close with any of my family except my brother.
My dad was an excellent cook; normally, it is the woman who is a better cook because she is the domestic one, but my dad somehow was a great cook. Maybe it was because he never had a stable girlfriend around to cook him meals.
My dad had lots of girlfriends, most of them I don't even remember. He had a child with one of his girlfriends and I would get to know my half-sister later on in life. My dad treated his girlfriends very well; he spoiled them with gifts and money. (I guess that's where I get my sugar baby tendencies from). I must say though that African men are raised to take care of and support any woman in their life. So it is not a big deal for a woman to be on a first date with an African man and, if he is smitten with her, he starts asking her about her bills and even gives her money right away to take care of expenses. African men feel very proud when they can support their women financially, but they are very possessive. I didn't care for any of my dad's girlfriends. According to Benjamin, one time, when I was still a baby, one of my dad's girlfriends got angry with me and turned me upside down started shaking me while I cried; I don't remember this but Benjamin does. So you can say all the girlfriends hated us and just wanted to marry my dad so that they could control things. As a child, I could pretty much care less about what their intentions were because I didn't know nor did I understand what they were prone to think or do at the time. Plus there were so many of them that it was hard to keep track, especially since most of them did not last more than 3 months. My dad never married any of his girlfriends though, and he still has never re-married till this day. None of my dad's girlfriends really had a strong hold on him until the girlfriend I would like to call the VENOM.
I'm not sure what kind of super pussy Venom had, but apparently it was super enough to convince my dad to go completely mental and start treating us badly. Before I tell this story of how my dad ended his relationship with me and my brother, let me first say tell you that "voodoo" is something most Africans take very seriously. Venom took my dad to consult the "oracle", who practically tells the future and cannot tell a lie as far as voodoo followers are concerned. My dad was a serious voodoo follower; his bedroom was painted all red, he had red candles everywhere and we were never allowed in his bedroom. We would have to sneak in there when he was at work; I never understood why his room was that way or why we weren't allowed in until I got older. He was my dad, and so I did whatever he told me and followed all his rules. Even his girlfriends weren't allowed in his bedroom, they always slept in the guest bedroom whenever they spent the night.
During the time Venom was dating my dad, his real estate firm wasn't doing as well as he would have liked due to the economy. My father did not want to believe that was the reason and needed something/someone to blame for his misfortune, so Venom took my dad to her oracle, who was practically a 100-year old woman (I mean this bitch was old!!!), and the oracle told my dad that the reason his firm wasn't doing well was because we (my brother and I) were poisoning it with our evil spiritual powers. According to the oracle, we were children of the underworld sent into my dad's life with the sole mission to ruin it, and would you believe he fell for that bullshit? Yes he did! As I look back on those times now that I am adult, I often wonder "what the hell? Who seriously blames a 5 year old for ruining their business?" He actually asked us one day, "why wouldn't you use your powers to help my business instead of hurt it?" After the oracle was consulted, that was it for us. We were beaten everyday for confessions of our plans to destroy my dad's business; my dad made us sleep outside (naked) so we couldn't contaminate his house. Poor Benjamin, he took most of the beatings because I would hide behind him when my dad struck us with the switch. He has most of the scars, but I would get mine later on from my mother. We were taken to all kinds of petrifying shrines in order for some horrifying rituals to be performed on us to "cleanse us of our demons". Food and drinks were sacrificed to the "gods of the water". I remember wondering why they were throwing good food and drinks away, I just didn't get it because I was 5! My brother didn't get it either because he was only 3 years older than me. When I got tired of getting beat up everyday, I just lied and confessed to whatever the hell my dad wanted to hear; I don't even remember what I said in my confession. Benjamin just stood next to me crying and nodding in agreement to what I was saying. The funny thing is that I never once believed that we had spiritual powers, I knew there was no such thing even though I was 5 years old. Even though I "confessed", I didn't believe what I was confessing to; I knew I was lying in my confession but I was doing what I needed to do. There was nothing anyone could do to brain wash me into believing I had spiritual powers, I had to see it to believe it. That is how I am till this day especially when dealing with potential sugar daddies that claim to have money; I have to see them spend it on me to believe that they are sugar daddy material. I just don't believe the hype. The whole experience after Venom entered our lives was like a dream, it was like we were in the twilight zone; life went from being wonderful and fabulous to dreadful and depressing. When my all of my dad's effort to cleanse us didn't seem to be working, there was only one thing to do. Get rid of us!
I remember life with my father being very fabulous indeed. We were very spoiled! Whatever we wanted, we got. We had the lives of pampered children; private schools, lots of toys, driver to take us were we wanted, country club memberships, etc. We lived on our own street (as in my dad's father owned the land and decided to name it after himself), in our own private estate. There were two houses on the estate and my dad rented out one of the houses to a family with two young children about the same age as us; we got to play with them once in a while, although it wasn't at all encouraged by my dad. We also were instructed to never, under any circumstances, eat or drink anything from their home. This rule actually applied to everyone; on the rare occasions that my dad took us to visit his friends, we were not allowed to accept food or drinks from them. I never did understand why, until I got older. My dad was afraid that someone could poison us, both in a physical and spiritual sense; you will understand why he thinks this way as you read on. We did sneak sometimes and accept food from our neighbors when our dad wasn't around, after all, we were children ;0)
I absolutely loved Christmas time because of all the lovely dolls and dresses I would get; even though we weren't really christian, we celebrated Christmas anyway. And during the holidays, we actually get two sets of presents: one on Christmas day, and one on New Year's Day. Life was great indeed; I suppose this is why I like receiving gifts and being spoiled. My brother and I used to play all the time, which sort of turned me into a tom-boy as a child. We climbed trees, raced each other, watched my dad's porn (though I was very confused as to what they were doing at the time, lol), played house, and pretty much did what normal children do. My dad was big on pets, especially exotic ones. We owned a parrot, a dove, an eagle, a monkey, and a dog. After we moved out, I heard that my dad got several more exotic animals. Our groundsman used to kill lizards to feed eagle and we loved helping him hunt; we made believe we were Indiana Jones! LOL. Our nanny trained the parrot to say her name whenever she came around. I didn't care much for the parrot though because it bit me one day when I was trying to play with it; that bastard! LOL. My dad was very big on education; we had private tutors and he even took time, on occasion to tutor us himself. Most of the lessons he gave us were on our language, Oromigna. We spoke English, which was our first language, all the time. My dad wanted us to speak our language as well so he would give us fun lessons outside. We never did learn our language because it was never spoken to us, only taught to us in a classroom format. All we knew how to say were certain small words, and we knew how to greet a person. My dad also taught us how to play soccer because he was an avid soccer player. He absolutely loved the sport and so he wanted us to love it as well. We never got much visitors at the house; we didn't have any relatives come around. I came to find out later that my dad disowned his entire family which was why they were restricted from ever coming around. I never met my grandfathers on either side; they both passed away before I was born. I did not get to meet my dad's mom until I was 17; I met my mother's mom when I was 6. We were loners; it was always me and my brother. I think that is one of the reasons I am not really close with any of my family except my brother.
My dad was an excellent cook; normally, it is the woman who is a better cook because she is the domestic one, but my dad somehow was a great cook. Maybe it was because he never had a stable girlfriend around to cook him meals.
My dad had lots of girlfriends, most of them I don't even remember. He had a child with one of his girlfriends and I would get to know my half-sister later on in life. My dad treated his girlfriends very well; he spoiled them with gifts and money. (I guess that's where I get my sugar baby tendencies from). I must say though that African men are raised to take care of and support any woman in their life. So it is not a big deal for a woman to be on a first date with an African man and, if he is smitten with her, he starts asking her about her bills and even gives her money right away to take care of expenses. African men feel very proud when they can support their women financially, but they are very possessive. I didn't care for any of my dad's girlfriends. According to Benjamin, one time, when I was still a baby, one of my dad's girlfriends got angry with me and turned me upside down started shaking me while I cried; I don't remember this but Benjamin does. So you can say all the girlfriends hated us and just wanted to marry my dad so that they could control things. As a child, I could pretty much care less about what their intentions were because I didn't know nor did I understand what they were prone to think or do at the time. Plus there were so many of them that it was hard to keep track, especially since most of them did not last more than 3 months. My dad never married any of his girlfriends though, and he still has never re-married till this day. None of my dad's girlfriends really had a strong hold on him until the girlfriend I would like to call the VENOM.
I'm not sure what kind of super pussy Venom had, but apparently it was super enough to convince my dad to go completely mental and start treating us badly. Before I tell this story of how my dad ended his relationship with me and my brother, let me first say tell you that "voodoo" is something most Africans take very seriously. Venom took my dad to consult the "oracle", who practically tells the future and cannot tell a lie as far as voodoo followers are concerned. My dad was a serious voodoo follower; his bedroom was painted all red, he had red candles everywhere and we were never allowed in his bedroom. We would have to sneak in there when he was at work; I never understood why his room was that way or why we weren't allowed in until I got older. He was my dad, and so I did whatever he told me and followed all his rules. Even his girlfriends weren't allowed in his bedroom, they always slept in the guest bedroom whenever they spent the night.
During the time Venom was dating my dad, his real estate firm wasn't doing as well as he would have liked due to the economy. My father did not want to believe that was the reason and needed something/someone to blame for his misfortune, so Venom took my dad to her oracle, who was practically a 100-year old woman (I mean this bitch was old!!!), and the oracle told my dad that the reason his firm wasn't doing well was because we (my brother and I) were poisoning it with our evil spiritual powers. According to the oracle, we were children of the underworld sent into my dad's life with the sole mission to ruin it, and would you believe he fell for that bullshit? Yes he did! As I look back on those times now that I am adult, I often wonder "what the hell? Who seriously blames a 5 year old for ruining their business?" He actually asked us one day, "why wouldn't you use your powers to help my business instead of hurt it?" After the oracle was consulted, that was it for us. We were beaten everyday for confessions of our plans to destroy my dad's business; my dad made us sleep outside (naked) so we couldn't contaminate his house. Poor Benjamin, he took most of the beatings because I would hide behind him when my dad struck us with the switch. He has most of the scars, but I would get mine later on from my mother. We were taken to all kinds of petrifying shrines in order for some horrifying rituals to be performed on us to "cleanse us of our demons". Food and drinks were sacrificed to the "gods of the water". I remember wondering why they were throwing good food and drinks away, I just didn't get it because I was 5! My brother didn't get it either because he was only 3 years older than me. When I got tired of getting beat up everyday, I just lied and confessed to whatever the hell my dad wanted to hear; I don't even remember what I said in my confession. Benjamin just stood next to me crying and nodding in agreement to what I was saying. The funny thing is that I never once believed that we had spiritual powers, I knew there was no such thing even though I was 5 years old. Even though I "confessed", I didn't believe what I was confessing to; I knew I was lying in my confession but I was doing what I needed to do. There was nothing anyone could do to brain wash me into believing I had spiritual powers, I had to see it to believe it. That is how I am till this day especially when dealing with potential sugar daddies that claim to have money; I have to see them spend it on me to believe that they are sugar daddy material. I just don't believe the hype. The whole experience after Venom entered our lives was like a dream, it was like we were in the twilight zone; life went from being wonderful and fabulous to dreadful and depressing. When my all of my dad's effort to cleanse us didn't seem to be working, there was only one thing to do. Get rid of us!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Foreword
I have lived a life of 20 women! I have seen and done things most women my age and older haven't even dreamed of. I am thankful for all my experiences for they have made me the well-rounded, intriguing, and enterprising woman that I am today.
From the day I was born, my life has been nothing but exciting and dynamic. It's almost like God put me on this earth for the sole purpose of being the bona fide excitment galore! The journey is still in progress, but first, I must fill you in on the first 23 years of my life.
I am currently 24 years old; I am in school working on my 2nd degree in Public Relations. My first degree was in Finance. I love life, travel, leisure, fun-filled times, the company of great friends and family, but most of all, I love and enjoy excitement. It takes a lot to get a rise out of me; I am not easily impressed or shaken for I have seen and heard most of it all. I do however, always give everyone a fair chance but once you fuck up, it's over! I am a loyal person to my friends and family. I can spot a bullshitter from a mile away. I am resourceful and know how to get what I want. I like being challenged mentally for I do get bored easily, which is probably one of the reasons I do not have a traditional full-time job. Right now I am at a stage in my life where I am exploring career options to see what I would be interested in doing. I'm also in the process of finding a new sugar daddy with the hopes that it will end up in a long-term arrangement and eventually marriage (yes you can marry your sugar daddy!) I've got to use my assets while I'm still young you know. I thought I would give you a brief description of myself so that you can see where I am coming from as you read my e-book/blog
For the sake of anonymity (I am a private person after all), names and locations will be changed. I plan on publishing this as a book, and I plan to remain anonymous, but I must first put everything down in writing. Being that I am going to be recalling 23 years of adventure filled living, you must please bear with me as I "pen" the escalating chapters; I plan on starting from the beginning and not skipping any chapters so it will take a bit of time to tell my story in detail (especially the early years).
With all that said, let's get on to the first chapter of the soap opera that I call MY LIFE
From the day I was born, my life has been nothing but exciting and dynamic. It's almost like God put me on this earth for the sole purpose of being the bona fide excitment galore! The journey is still in progress, but first, I must fill you in on the first 23 years of my life.
I am currently 24 years old; I am in school working on my 2nd degree in Public Relations. My first degree was in Finance. I love life, travel, leisure, fun-filled times, the company of great friends and family, but most of all, I love and enjoy excitement. It takes a lot to get a rise out of me; I am not easily impressed or shaken for I have seen and heard most of it all. I do however, always give everyone a fair chance but once you fuck up, it's over! I am a loyal person to my friends and family. I can spot a bullshitter from a mile away. I am resourceful and know how to get what I want. I like being challenged mentally for I do get bored easily, which is probably one of the reasons I do not have a traditional full-time job. Right now I am at a stage in my life where I am exploring career options to see what I would be interested in doing. I'm also in the process of finding a new sugar daddy with the hopes that it will end up in a long-term arrangement and eventually marriage (yes you can marry your sugar daddy!) I've got to use my assets while I'm still young you know. I thought I would give you a brief description of myself so that you can see where I am coming from as you read my e-book/blog
For the sake of anonymity (I am a private person after all), names and locations will be changed. I plan on publishing this as a book, and I plan to remain anonymous, but I must first put everything down in writing. Being that I am going to be recalling 23 years of adventure filled living, you must please bear with me as I "pen" the escalating chapters; I plan on starting from the beginning and not skipping any chapters so it will take a bit of time to tell my story in detail (especially the early years).
With all that said, let's get on to the first chapter of the soap opera that I call MY LIFE
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