it's nerissa, duhh.

Brooklyn. Cloudy. Jaded. Computer's dead. On the bright side, I managed to get a table near a plug in my favorite coffee shop in Williamsburg. Second latte. Sitting here trying to brainstorm ideas on how to make a million real quick, move to Paris, and find a man, or woman I suppose, who leaves me the fuck alone, but fucks me when I need to be... well, fucked. Jesus Nerissa. Ok, a million may not be realistic, but damn, can't I just be happy doing something I love? Decided I'd start a blog... again, make a demo for a sex-talk radio show I've been plotting on, and post an ad on Craigslist for an, um, slave.... or intern as they like to call them these days. I shoulda posted the ad for Jesus, because Lord knows I need him. Jameson induced nights that turn into mornings, 3 week stands, and a dollar and a dream.... word to J. Cole! ::sigh::  Welcome.