  There is this song by Audioslave that I can't remember the name of but every time I hear it I feel sexy. All the stations have been playing it, it's a couple months old (probably older)...in your house...like a stone...something like that. I am tired, so tired. I need a Jess day. Bubble bath, pedicure, facial, foot massage, all the good stuff. Every time I make a plan to relax I get sidetracked by the need to clean the house, do laundry, pay bills, and a million other things that need to be done. I need someone to come and clean my house and do my laundry. I need a maid, no wait,...I need Rosie from The Jetsons.
Where are the robotic maids I was promised! (And hoverboards for that matter) Hell, The Flintstones had funky talking birds to do their bidding. Unfortunately, nothin' for us folks in the now. I want to live like Jane Jetson, only with better hair. I also want sexy shirtless men with six packs feeding me fruit and telling me I'm a goddess, but I think the maids are a priority (Unless we can combine the two....We gotta get someone on that! ) I don't think I am living up to my full goddess potential. I am a sexy bitch, I just don't think I'm projecting this to the people I meet.
(I don't think the unflattering chef uniform is helping my cause, nor the fact that the chef coats I bought are one size too big) I need to find a way to be more verbal with my bitchiness. I usually just stay quiet, not obedient, but quiet. I need to learn how to be a bitch, but in a cool that chick is strong and smart kinda way, not a damn chica needs a Midol kinda way, or a un-feminine wants to be a dude so bad she can taste the testosterone kinda way either. Grrr! 
