Taking A Risk And Putting Myself Out There

OK, it is official. I am now working on writing 3 books.

I work for 2 of the coolest places you can possible work for and I am grateful, but still not content. I think I have peaked in my position and there is just no gratification left in it for me. Let's face it, I am tired of working for 'The Man'. It is time I do something fulfilling for myself.

With all the crap work out there, surely someone will publish me (Goal 1). Then I can go on book tours signings and check the NY Times every day to see where it stands on the charts (Goal 2). When I collect my Pulitzer Prize (Goal 3) people will actually pay to hear me talk in my annoying yet charming accent (Goal 4). Afterward, I can spend my life donating to charity (Goal 5) and spending quality time with my handsome adoring husband (if that doesn't happen, just having nasty sex with some hot-ass McGee that genuinely thinks I am just the coolest).

New Job

I have yet another new job.

I officially am going to be working for MTV and the NFL and bringing in bigger bucks.

Whoo Hoo!

Excerpt From A Daily Conversation With Fanky

Fanky: That's kind of a good picture. Even though I have v-face and bearded chin. Jeebus, I showed up looking like that?

Ricki: You looked great.
I was hoping * no-name to protect the innocent * would come on Friday. I sent him an e-mail asking him if I scared him or if I queezed him and he said "what is a queeze?"
What is queeze . . . .

Fanky: It's when you fart from your hoo-ha...

Ricki: That is queef

Fanky: I know.
And queef always reminds me of Queen Latifa.
Bless her heart.