Gangsta Bitch Barbie

This post has nothing to do with Gangsta Bitch Barbie. I was looking for a nice Barbie picture when I saw Gangsta Gal and I simply had to have her. Every time I see her I laugh a little bit harder...almost to the point of being manic. I love her. She deserves her time in the spotlight.

Dear Stacy,

Being a full-time student has turned me into "missing-in-action Barbie." And when I have a bit of a high and a low to deliver, like now, I like to take "Good news/Bad news Barbie" off of her plastic stand.

Bad news: that text you sent me while I was in US History that said: "for the first time ever there was no email from Nipper...my head is spinning," caught me in the jugular. While I admit that I am the worst kind of friend to have during the school year, I am a little surprised that it is already showing.

Good news: I have noticed a difference in the way that I interact with all these gorgeous 20 year olds on campus. I am pretty positive that it is a result of this whole adventure that you and I have been on.

So how am I tracing our raw adventure to hanging out with the cool kids in the back of the bus? Stacy, you know that I like to be in control of myself, and the fact that I have made it to day 36 of this raw adventure has earned me a good dose of self respect. I didn't realize that I had lost faith in myself until I felt it coming back, and this fills me with happiness.

So, I have noticed at school that instead of being hyper aware of myself during conversations, my mind and heart are free to focus on the exchanges themselves. I feel like I have been released from a cage and am finally able to just experience people openly, and without any degree of self consciousness.

I love reaching out and squeezing my friends on the arm while we talk, and in some cases giving them a spontaneous hug. This is new for me, and yes it's not exactly headline worthy, but in my little world? This is fulfillment.

All from eating raw?

Yeah, I think so...and being friends with you.

Nipper