Greetings friends. How do you do? Me? Oh – glad you asked – Professor is busy cooking for me. My job is to entertain the chef. Right about now, I am practicing some belly dancing moves from some unreal Youtube girl. Unfortunately, the hip is not bumping and the belly is not popping. Its not giving arabesque, it’s giving grotesque. I look like I am about to injure myself, professor appears stressed so maybe I should move on to Karaoke or some other safer entertainment option. Uziko kwihagararaho ari byiza di? I don’t cook for the ninjas NO’ MO’, they cook for me. It’s giving boss lady/diva/allergic to labor.
Now a new problem is developing in my brain. MUST I re-marry? Prises de tête quotidiennes? J’ai plus ce temps moi. Qui vivra verra. (Daily hassles? I no longer have that kind of time. He who will live shall see.)
PS: Dearest reader, this is an e-journal. In your Journal is when you dissect your most intimate thoughts, re-arrange your life, traverse a wide range of emotions, re-dissect and re-re-arrange.May my e-journaling inspire new heights. Amen!
LawyerLiv & Co. 
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