DREAM CHECK FRIDAY, JULY 20, 2012

Hello Fellow Dreamers! How have you been?

Things with me are, well, HECTIC!

THIS TOTALLY SUCKS ASS!

This amazing painting was created by one of the many
INCREDIBLE women who volunteer at ROOMS AT THE INN (Thanks so much, Mary!)! 

When my mother threw me out, with no prior notice, in February of 2011, I was forced to leave behind nearly everything I owned, while I suffered through sheer hell for sixteen months.

It kills me to think about how close I was to mind-blowing success and LIVING THE DREAM that I worked my ass off for and imagined all my life only to have it ripped out of my hands by my supposed "family." I'm still reeling from the shock of it all.

THAT'S ALL.

READ: FLAMING FUCK OFF

*sigh*

I found out from a mutual Facebook friend that my brother spent two weeks at my "mother's" home in Las Vegas, where they, apparently, got rid of my stuff.

This came just about a month, after my brother swore everything I left behind was still neatly packed, ready to go, whenever I'd be able to get it.

Which, would have been within the next month, since I am getting a boat load of cash before my birthday.

DREAM CHECK FRIDAY APRIL 27, 2012

As I sit here in my own gorgeous, huge and QUIET apartment, I am amazed. Did I really get through the scariest period of my life, relatively unscathed?

Thank God, the answer is YES!

Finally, Go-Go Rach can exhale. *YAY*

DREAM CHECK FRIDAY DECEMBER 24, 2010

Wondering what this is all about?  CLICK HERE

HOLY SHIZNET, TWEEPS! It's been one hellova WEEK!  My goals last week were pushed aside in favor of my BRAND NEW PROJECT.  Go easy on me.

AA IS A BROKEN BAND AID

Houston, we have a problem!  Society is messed up.  I call myself a GEN-X Chick because I am exactly that.  I grew up in the 70's, post Vietnam, post all of the social movements of the sixties, including Civil Rights, The SECOND WAVE Feminism (there have been three waves so far, I plan to CAUSE THE FOURTH), Anti War, and Free Speech.

What do you think about how I turned out?

Pretty fucked up, huh?

Go-Go Rach Lost a FRIEND today...(VIDEO)

PATHS CHANGE
PEOPLE WAIN
BE THEY REIGN
DOWN MEMORY LANE
LEAVE ME SLAIN
DOWN THE DRAIN
IN THE RAIN
WITH THE PAIN
I ABSTAIN
FROM THE LAME
WHO'S TO BLAME
SHALL REMAIN


*I need to clarify something I forgot to mention in the video:  my friend and I did have a lengthy email conversation about what happened.  Because of how much I loved this woman, I wrote to her immediately when I noticed she was missing from my list.

XXX
GGR

OB Rach is Now Go-Go Rach

*I am re-posting this intro to establish myself for a new project I am currently working on.  THINK BIG!  (originally posted on 10/17/10)

Why the change, you ask?  Well, I started blogging last year with a lot of excitement and promise in my heart and soul.  I was excited about life and all of the possibilities before me.  I set out to write a book about my life and was certain I had everyone's support, since I was finally doing something productive with my life.

DREAM CHECK FRIDAY DECEMBER 17, 2010

* LET'S HAVE A DREAM CHECK, SHALL* *WE?*

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

*Happy Friday, Friends! How Was Your Week?*

Mine was nothing special, aside from my computer getting a NASTY virus (or three, or four) out of the blue.  I'd been trying to fix it and work with it for months, when I just gave up.  I wiped my hard drive and re-booted windows.  My computer is back to the beautiful speed demon I was missing, but I did not save some favorite recent pictures of myself (oops).  Guess I am gonna have play dress up and take some more!

SHOVE YOUR "SHOULD" UP YOUR ASS

The last conversation I had with my SPERM DONOR was in October of 2009.  As I detail in my post:  DEAR DADDY, he told me that I should have my shit together by now, since I am so brilliant and I earned my B.A. from Emerson College. Yes.  I should,  but I do not, since I have never had the tools necessary in order to make "having my shit together" a reality.

For example, I grew up without a father, family, or the roots so necessary to plant the tree that "should" be the basis for my success. 

THE CLEVELAND CURE 28 DAYS B.D.

There is no middle ground when you live in the City of Sin.  You either stay away from "the lifestyle" or you die a slow death in it.

The first time I moved to Vegas was when I ran there from Massachusetts,to get out of a  bad relationship and away from a crack habit that would not go away, in spite of going to another rehab, and lots of meetings. (*DOH* it never occurred to me that I could just STOP!)

Buh-Bi Roommate FROM HELL!

As beautiful as the Bay Area of California is, I had to get out.  The married dude had really done a number on me. The heart break was simply more than I could bear.  Beh... still makes me misty...FUCK IT.  AND FUCK HIM FOR BEING SO GOD DAMNED WEAK.

*Ouch.*  Heart pain is the worst, huh?  DAMN STRAIGHT.

SAVE IT FOR A CHICK WHO WANTS TO HEAR YA TALK

It doesn't take a genius to figure out there are a few things that piss me off.  One look at my blog will tell you.  I see red and I spew it with abandon.  I love to talk about the things that annoy me, writing about them is even better.  I call people out, anonymously (but you know exactly who you are, you piece of slime under my feet!).  I tell it how I see it:  FUCKED UP.  Someone's gotta do it.  Why NOT me?

I'm Grateful (Thanksgiving BONUS)

Okay, so I do not want to alarm you, but I have an announcement to make on this lovely Thanksgiving evening.  Brace yourself.  This may come as a big surprise.  Drum Roll Please.  Ahem.

Go-Go Rachness extends far beyond spewing hate, anger and wrath towards my nemesis' on this blog.

It's true.  I am also a loving, compassionate, loyal, trustworthy, responsible adult who is actually quite happy with my life, myself and the people I associate with.  In a word:  balance.

Fry Me Beautiful (Video)

This video was shot five years ago (I was 34) when Beth Fisher still worked as an anchor for Channel 3 in Las Vegas. She used to do a series every spring about Melanoma skin cancer to promote awareness about this deadly disease and to encourage people here in the desert to use sun protection. Of course, I was diagnosed right around this time and my mom called for her to interview me. In spite of my complete fear of video cameras, I agreed to do it in an effort to raise awareness about what happened to me.

Social Experiment: How I Utilized Facebook To Decipher And Collectively PURGE The Weak Suck Pukes From My Life

"Like a butcher cutting the fat off a hunk of meat, I am cutting fake people out of my life one at a time.  The sooner, the better is what I say." Go-Go Rach

It's All Good In My Book! (warning: sexual content)

The dude was riding her from behind. He loved her ass, it was flawless and heart shaped like a porn star. He held her by her beautiful hips and thrust himself into her, slowly at first. He admired the small of her back and let his right hand trace the edge of her lower spine to the place just above her waistline. There was a tattoo embedded in a simple, black script that read "NSA."