Good News and Bad News

Bad news first: Went to the doctor's office for a follow-up today. He came in, asked a few questions, then tried to twist me to the left. Apparently the wincing and pained gasp I let out convinced him that I need more than to buy a new car like the last doctor suggested. I think I forgot to post about that one. Sooooo:

Went to the doctor's office on 8-19 because I had hurt my back at work earlier that week. The doctor released me to work the next day after prescribing me Vicadin and a muscle relaxant of some kind. Well, I attempted to explain to the doctor that I have an hour and a half drive to work which led to two problems 1) I can't take these pills until I get home at 6:30 at night and 2) by the time I get to work, I can barely walk, and by the time I get home I am in the same condition. Because I am short, I have to hyperextend my hurt leg in order to reach the pedals, and in Chicago traffic you can NOT use cruise control...Well..his solution? To buy a Ford Taurus, because apparently they have adjustable pedals. I sort of looked at him funny and basically held my breath on that one. The only comment I made was along the lines of "I just bought a brand new car 4 months ago and can't really afford a new one right now". To which he rebutted that they were only around $20k or under. Great medical advice, eh? I also sort of wondered about this one: I told him I couldn't take the pain medication at work and he told me "Take Tylenol". Ok, if the doctor feels the need to prescribe fairly heavy duty drugs to ease the pain and promote relaxation and healing, wtf is TYLENOL going to do??? Consequently, I took some that night and it did NOTHING..So I called off work the next day. But what did I expect from a doctor who damned near writes out a prescription for "buy a new car"???

So today I went to a new doctor, and after the freakish display when he attempted to twist me to the left for a range of motion check, he seemed VERY concerned and signed me up for MORE meds (no more vicadin, it wasn't helping so they basically have me on two different kinds of muscle relaxants and prednisone. They tried having me go in for physical therapy tomorrow. But, since I had two days off last week, and one day off this week (and it only being my 3rd week of work) I opted to have it next Tuesday (which means I shall also be missing at LEAST one and a half days of work because the physical therapy appointment is at 1:00 and I find it pointless to get to work at 3:30 or 4:00 and leave an hour later. Ok, now for the good news: Went down to the Clerks Office today and filled out the Certificate of Intention. Once I publish my new "business" in the newspaper for 3 weeks I will receive my Certificate of Ownership. Soooo, I am almost officially a business owner. I have to talk to someone though because I am a bit confused about the EIN (tax id) thing. I don't think I need one. Hmmmm....

BTW

Is anyone else receiving javascript errors? I only seem to be getting them from this weirdass browser that self-installed when I used the cd for the dsl modem software. My IE seems fine. I'm just wondering if that might be presenting a problem for people visiting my site, mayhap? Ok, I smell funny. I am going to take a shower...Goddamned humidity sux ass.

Hmmmmm

I was going to get a domain and transfer the blog there from blogspot. But, then I realized I was averaging 4 posts every week with approximately 3 responses per week and thought..why the HELL spend the money??? LOL! If I get my computer up and running...and figure out how to steal my DSL modem back, I might put up some original 3d graphics, and maybe some mp3's from my fledgling group LHBV. But, that will be a long time in the making. Sooo, I suppose I should post more often, and attempt to bring something to the table to bring the pewling masses to my doorstep, eh?

Fucktard of the Week

It is official, I am starting a Fucktard of the week post based upon conversations I have had with men from Yahoo. I just hope I can remember to stay visible so I can continue to bring these little gems to you. This week showcases a gentleman by the nick of big_mike548. Drumroll please:

big_mike548 (10:50:19 AM): like your pic ME (10:50:28 AM): thank you big_mike548 (10:50:44 AM): you married are looking ME (10:50:56 AM): single..sort of looking but not overly so big_mike548 (10:51:36 AM): maybe it mat be a us? ME (10:51:52 AM): what? big_mike548 (10:52:09 AM): maybe we can go out ME (10:52:21 AM): you're in south dakota aren't you? big_mike548 (10:52:29 AM): yes ME (10:52:47 AM): well..I'm near Chicago...logistically it might not work out as far as "going out" per se big_mike548 (10:53:14 AM): wot can we do? ME (10:53:38 AM): no clue big_mike548 (10:54:41 AM): cool ME (10:55:07 AM): so, what do you do? big_mike548 (10:55:26 AM): dive truck ME (10:56:19 AM): *lil smilie didn't show up during the cut and paste* big_mike548 (10:57:21 AM): maybe i can stop bye seme time *convo died at this point...I wonder why*

Boy, that was a complete waste of 7 minutes and 2 seconds!

Oh, Yeah - Slightly Good News

Last Friday I called back one of the companies I had interviewed with. During the interview the lady said that they would get back to me by 8/13 about the job. Well, I hadn't gotten a rejection letter from them as of 8/20, so I decided to call and make sure I was not worthy of the open position. The lady was out of the office, but was nice enough to call me back fairly soon after. She informed me that I was indeed being held in consideration for the position but they were pretty slow and to try to bear with them. I know she's not yanking my chain, because I had tried calling the day before and the receptionist informed me that the person I was trying to reach had been gone for a majority of the past two weeks. I'm going to gain religion and pray I get this job. I likely won't, but it would be a MASSIVE improvement over my current position. Trying not to get my hopes up, but during the interview she was mentioning an issue they were having and I made a suggestion which included installing ColdFusion. She seemed pretty excited about the possibilities, and judging from the things she mentioned I would be doing, there would never be a dull moment. Plus, they have amazing benefits and overtime, even for salaried employees (which I would be). There is only one thing I am somewhat leery about - since I wasn't sure if there were going to be second interviews I didn't inquire about the pay for the position. But the other job I had interviewed with at the company at the end of July was a liveable wage and this one was supposed to be considerably higher. If any of you believe in Godlike beings pray for my immortal soul (no devil worshippers please). I'm wondering if I am being too positive, or if there is some protocol for inquiring when they fuck they are going to come to a decision when it takes a company more than 2 weeks after the date they said they would notify potential candidates, to notify potential candidates? Any ideas?

My Abject Misery

Not quite along the lines of the Jerry Springer show (which I used to watch when I was down because it made me feel SOO much better about myself), but it'll do...right? Well, my life in a nutshell: The federal government may be coming after me for charges of fraud. I filed for my unemployment when we had a crowd of people over and I must have misheard the dates I was applying for - I had worked for one of the weeks. I was a bit surprised when it came to the final message "Thank you for filing for your unemployment, you worthless sack of shit" without them inquiring about the second week which I HAD worked. Well, since we had people over I sort of forgot about it until I got my unemployment check and realized I got paid for both weeks. So, I promptly called the local office and left a message "Hello, my name is *bleep*, my social security number is *bleep*, and I screwed up on my call-in for unemployment last week. I did work the week of the eighth. Please call me back at *bleep* and let me know if I need to send the check back in it's entirety or if I should send you a check for the overpayment." Well, I didn't get a call back, so I cashed the check - had bills to pay. In the mail today, surprise surprise: "We received information that you worked for the week of August 8th, you is goin' to jail beoootch!" This sucks, cause I was about to quit my job this week. Besides the myriad of other problems (them saying I was getting hired in within 30-45 days and changing it to 90 - I don't go salaried until they hire me on directly, no insurance besides medical, paying $340 a month for gas and tolls, and the crappy-assed pay - btw, figured I am making $10.15/hour net after gas, tolls and taxes are subtracted from the gross amount I am currently earning) I am just plain sick of the job. All I do is type up letters and create pathetic little challengeless databases. Tis a BORE....I wouldn't mind it so much if it were local, but driving 3 hours a day round-trip for the priveledge of being bored and spending almost an entire check on gas is not quite cool. Especially, since I basically turned down job interviews for two companies last week paying about $6-8k more per year than this job would. Anyway, I am going to call the unemployment office and find out if putting over 3,000 miles a month on my car and using a quarter of my net pay for transportation is reason enough to leave a job and still collect unemployment. Then I might start a business or two.

WTF?

In the weeeeee hours of the morn, a 22-year old gentleman sent me an IM through yahoo messenger. He is from Wisconsin, and we got engaged in a little chat - It lasted for all of 15 minutes.(Note:I will chat with anyone until you annoy me with your stupidity and/or turn into a pervert). Well...He seemed OK for 1:30am-after-I-was-dead-tired-convo. How wrooooong I was. Here is a bit of our conversation(unedited):

Me (1:27:53 AM): ok..I think I am definately missing something Me (1:28:01 AM): are you stating you want me to drive out there and sleep with you? santeria52596 (1:28:22 AM): no i am satitng santeria52596 (1:28:29 AM): i come out to you, and we not sleep together santeria52596 (1:28:47 AM): we chit chat, and we sleep by each other not with each other\

Errrr, I'm thinking about taking a poll...Maybe I'm a little crazy in not wanting complete strangers to come over to my house and cuddle with me? Am I getting old? Is this the new way of doing things?

Cuddling new craze for New York's singles Monday, August 9, 2004 Posted: 11:47 AM EDT (1547 GMT) Everyone needs to be cuddled, especially in lonely New York, say creators Reid Mihalko and Marcia Baczynski, who say it's a good way to meet new and interesting people.

Gettin' Pissed

Well, called the temp company this morning to find out what I need to do so I can get to the doctor sometime today. The lady gave me a number for their customer service line. Customer service line said it had to be handled by the local office. So I called the local office back and the receptionist said the girl wasn't picking up her phone right now (about 5-10 minutes after I got off the phone with customer service). I have a FUNNY feelin' they don't know what the fuck they're doing AND this is going to turn into some big, huge annoyance fest. I was in the middle of talking (wanted to tell her to call my office and let them know I wasn't going to be in today), and she just kept on with the "Have a good day. Goodbye, Stephanie" thing. I bet she didn't even file anything from when I called in on Monday and said I had gotten hurt. She seemed a bit laissez-faire about the whole thing. She could have cared less about me and anything I might do. Because it didn't occur to her that since it happened at the workplace and didn't turn out to be nothing, I'd be callin' back. Aren't they supposed to file a report automatically when someone informs a mgr etc that they were hurt on the job? Maybe I'm being paranoid, but usually when someone is speaking they still have their ear to the phone. She should have been able to hear "Sandra? Sandra? Hello?" overlapping her. I wonder if I can sue them for placing me at that one company where the manager's second-hand smoke wafted into my office from her open door? Maybe I should call a lawyer today. Well, the suckiest thing about all this is I don't even know if I can go to the event this weekend...I WOULD go, regardless of being hurt (just means I couldn't shop so much), except I have the entire house to myself. But, I MIGHT go, regardless of being hurt because my grandmother left a shitload of dirty dishes before they went out of town (she always does this) and I told her I was hurt AND that I would be gone this weekend. Gawd, I am a vengeful being.

The Olympics!!!

Well, please read this article if you get a chance. Sucks to be: Hungry in Hungary.

Oh, Almost Forgot

BTW, here is a little game for the kiddies. Thought you might enjoy. Mary-Kate Olsen's Crackman

Workman's Comp, Here I Come

I got hurt at work on Monday. The Office Manager wanted me to move some files around in the filing cabinet. One of which was higher than my head so I had to reach in at an awkward angle and pull the files out (some of which were 2-3 inches thick) and I hurt my back/side from shoulder blade to upper-lower back on the right side. So...I stopped doing that and decided to work on the stuff on the lower drawer. Well, I couldn't be hunched over for prolonged periods of time so I got down on my knees. Upon standing up, I popped the right kneecap out of joint and have been having intermittant pain ever since. Sooooo, I am going to call off work tomorrow and to go Immediate Care. Sucks really, because I had planned on taking a half day on Thursday to go to a job interview, but with all the taking time off and needing to see a doctor that is likely not going to happen. I would probably still go except I can't get comfortable and having to turn my entire upper body to check lights aggravates my back (1-1.25 hour commute one way) and the fact I'm 4'7" and have to stretch to reach the pedals in my car is aggravating my knee...I'm not going anywhere long-distance. I can barely haul my fat-ass up/down the stairs without this niggling weird pain in my knee along with an odd grinding feeling, snap crackle and pop in my back, and the way my knee does this weird hyper-bendy semi-locking crap. About the only way I am comfortable is if I am laying down, but the weird thing is it's not 24/7...it's just sorta whenever they wanna be bitchy...I had about 2 hours today when everything was just fine. The rest of the time I acted like my limp was really me pimpin' or something....Ok, this is the ONLY time I claim being black. Maybe I'll be lucky and be considered disabled and I can just collect workman's comp, disability, and go to school...I'd make out better financially doing that than working an honest living. But..GAWD being short sucks...Simple things you take for granted wind up becoming huge annoying obstacles like..FILING..which I hate anyway. Who the hell gets hurt filing..Well..ME that's who...this is the second or third time, only one requiring medical attention. Did I ever mention I hate my job? This is just sort of like the straw that broke the camel's back though. I wanted to quit BEFORE I hurt myself...I just wanna burn the building down now *sigh*. This bitchfest brought to you by Gimps Gone Wild. Maybe I will be on that page soon for extra income. Hmmmm, I REALLY need to stop linking to that site. Goddamnit, my back hurts so bad I can't sleep.

Ahhh, Sweet Memories

Couldn't find the song I wanted to link to - I'll check up on that later. But, in the meantime I remembered a song that I liked which came out almost 10 years ago.I heard this song in the mid-90's on my way home from work in New Jersey. I almost got into a car accident because I was laughing so hard. The lyrics alone don't do it justice, so here's a snippet. Enjoy!

Detachable Penis - King Missile I woke up this morning with a bad hangover And my penis was missing again. This happens all the time. It's detachable. [background singing begins: "detachable penis" over and over] This comes in handy a lot of the time. I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble, or I can rent it out, when I don't need it. But now and then I go to a party, get drunk, and the next morning I can't for the life of me remember what I did with it. First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it. So I called up the place where the party was, they hadn't seen it either. I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes But not this time. So I told them if it pops up to let me know. I called a few people who were at the party, but they were no help either. I was starting to get desperate. I really don't like being without my penis for too long. It makes me feel like less of a man, and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak. After a few hours of searching the house, and calling everyone I could think of, I was starting to get very depressed, so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast. Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place, where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street, I saw my penis lying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven. Some guy was selling it. I had to buy it off him. He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen. I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete. People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached, but I don't know. Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass, I like having a detachable penis. [background voices continue to sing "detachable penis" for a while, then out]

Are Black Men Illiterate?

I am sure no one cares, but this has been a pet peeve of mine for awhile and it's starting to rear it's ugly head again, now that mating season (spring/summer) is almost over. A little background: I signed up for some free dating service thing ages ago. I don't really ever go there unless I get an email at my yahoo account stating that I have mail or that someone found me interesting. I figure, what the hell, maybe he's cute and I can get a free dinner. Well, during the warmer months I hardly get any of those cheesy-assed emails, but for some reason I have been getting a plethora of them lately. And a vast majority of them are from black guys. I have a fucking statement at the very beginning of my profile which reads:

Disclaimer: I'm not a paying member, so I cannot initiate emailing - but I do respond. I'm also not into black men. Sorry guys.

Ok, I got a little pissed off at a friend who called me a "stupid nigger" at a get-together last weekend when we were all hanging out and I was doing this inside joke thing with another friend. I got seriously pissed off, because I do not consider myself to BE a stupid nigger...But, if I ran across a profile that stated "I am not into short, fat,psycho black chicks with napolean complexes" I would likely skim over to the next person of interest - no harm, no foul. I would NOT state that I was interested in them because, seriously, what the hell is the point? Yet, for the past 2 weeks, I have been averaging approximately 3-5 emails a week from black guys alone. These men are definately what I would call stupid niggers. I know some men think that women they consider unobtainable as a "challenge" of sorts. As in they want to win some game - turn the lesbian over to the dark side kind of crap. But, I am unsure how to make it any clearer that I am not remotely interested in black men. Apparently, specifically stating you are not into something constitutes a desire for every possible one of them to come knocking at your door. So, are they illiterate or what?? I can't imagine they just look at the pic in my profile and think "wow, I wanna bang her" without bothering to read the profile at all. It's not very long. But, considering my profile on yahoo and the amount of assholes that pm me trolling for sex despite my declaration that I am not fodder for their masturbatory pleasure, and if they are looking for one-night-stands they should look elsewhere, I shouldn't be surprised. I get a plethora of skeezy assholes asking if I have a cam, or if I'm horny. No wonder I think most guys are scumbag fucktards. Unfortunately, the decent ones that I am interested in are never interested in me...I even tried lowering my standards, but I have utterly no interest in him and will likely completely forget about him in the time it will take for him to be done with his work project. Do they have mail-order-grooms from Russia or maybe some eastern european countries? If so, I might have to wait until double coupon day; or maybe I should lose weight and get some plastic surgery? With my lack of adequately educated and remotely attractive male attention, I am definately starting to believe I am a hideously deformed grotesque being that exuding pheramones which only affect basement dwelling, clinically depressed, desperate losers.

Oh...God...NO!!!!!

Someone found my site by doing a google search for gimps gone wild. It's not FAIR damnit. It's not right...and I TOTALLY should have expected it. This is a lesson for you all: Be careful what you reference bahaha!

Sick But True?

This is PURELY for Boudicca. Don't ever say that I don't pander to my audience. Obese Woman Dies Stuck To Couch

Quitting Soon

Don't get me wrong, the people are nice and the job is quasi-interesting. But, I found out today that even if I were to get hired on there would be no benefits. Well, there's medical - that's about it. I thought the only thing I wouldn't be getting is dental, but that's not the case. I will hold onto this position until I find something else. The not great pay, commute, and few benefits is not making this a position that will likely last more than a few months - well I tend to wind up having an "attitude problem" when people try to treat me like crap too...so I might even have my "assignment ended". Another issue I have is that everything is rather disorganized. So it will be either a pain in the ass dealing with the disorganization, or a pain in the ass trying to get things organized. And I will likely not deal with the latter since I do not plan on staying on this job any longer than need be. I know at this point my friends are shaking their heads thinking "will this girl EVER stay at a job for more than 3 months???" Well, I may be picky about boyfriends, but I am pickier about jobs. I want to work, but I'm not an 18 year old anymore. I need medical, dental, a 401K and all that good stuff. And if they aren't going to give me that, at least give me enough money I can get the damned things on my own. In this current economy people can't be TOO picky...so I'm sticking with it til I either piss someone off, or find a better alternative. I really just need to find a sugar daddy. OK, it's almost 11:45 and I just got home. Have to hit the sack so I can be somewhat cognizant for the drive and the work-day tomorrow.

First Day at Work

First day wasn't so bad. I got to create a database that will be sure to impress the boss who has been wanting it for months - all I have to do now is figure out the formatting for the reports and I'm finished..I think it took a total of an hour to get the data typed up, forms set up, and queries done. I've got all of the current data and weekly queries up until the end of this month. Apparently, the fact I was able to get 6+ of the financial plan letters typed up via the dictation machine seemed to impress one of the girls. And, the people seem nice enough overall. Boss brought in one of those brownie blizzards from Dairy Queen for me today. I think that was really friggin nice of her, especially considering we had never met. (I interviewed with the office manager.) Too bad the most fun girl is leaving..Well..not sure if "girl" is the proper term, but she's got a helluva sense of humour. The hours are kinda sweet too. 9-5 with an hour lunch and frequent bathroom breaks. It completely flew by. Tomorrow I get to work on the client database and find out why it will not allow them to enter any more data, so that might take a bit, depending. I'm also going to try to look at some of their other software programs and see if I can write something in visual basic. Then I might check into finding out if a coldfusion server would be beneficial for a company that size. Not sure it would be very cost effective for a company with 3 employees and apparently sluggish growth. Oh, something Contagion and Nessa would love. There is a Japanese restaurant inside of the building I'm in (connected to a high-priced hotel)...soooo..SUSHI at least 3 times a week...MmmmMMmm...teka maki, maybe even SPIDER ROLLS!! Ok, I have to finish laundry and find dinner.

Surprised

I am surprised no one has bitched about how utterly distasteful my song was. Hmmm, maybe it was so offensive that I have run off my 3 readers, and am now virtually screaming into the empty ether...anyway. I figure it's kind of bad when your new job seems like more of an annoyance than anything else. It means I HAD to do laundry today, I HAD to clean the boxes and crap out of my room that had been in there for a week (after my getting kicked out of the living room). Gawd, I wish I hadn't procrastinated because I'm going to be on a huge time crunch for the next couple of weeks. Have to get everything accomplished before the semester starts, because I will basically be coming home and going to bed. With commute time, I will have 3 hours per night to get everything done that I need to get done and get adequate rest until the end of the month. I have recently found out that if I did NOT go to school, I could not afford any apartments advertised online* in the area I wanted to go to school in. So, I might wind up moving only about an HOUR away, as opposed to being over an hour and a HALF away. Well, I COULD afford the apartment...I'd just be eating ramen noodles and hot dogs. But, I'd still have my sweet, sweet ride. Anyway, I have to go. Forgot to drop something off this weekend, so I have to get up at 5:30 to be able to do that and get to work by 9am....(The place I need to drop the stuff off at is only about 15 minutes away from my house.) Maybe I should go do it right now, it's not like I'm going to get any sleep anyway. Took a sinus pill at 5:30 am cause the draining was keeping me awake. I had basically become a complete zombie and could not fall asleep without the assistance of drugs. So, now any chance I have of getting to bed at a decent hour is completely nonexistent.

New Job

Well, I am not doing happy dances about the new job I start on Monday for various reasons. The first being the fact it is a temp-to-perm job, and I do not seem to have the best of luck with such positions. I will only get happy if I LIKE the job and they actually hire me on full-time. Another issue is that they do not offer dental benefits. The third is that the pay is about $10k less a year than about 3 other jobs I interviewed for. I took it because things have been on a "first come, first served" basis, and they were the first ones with a definate answer after my interview. The GOOD things about the position is that it is in the exact area I want to be. Approximately, 20 minutes (30 with bad traffic) from the college I had been wanting to attend. So the monetary issue is somewhat offset by the fact I will basically be getting an extra $700/month over my salary for just going to school. Another positive is that it is with a financial planning company and they are definately into training and consider the position to be a stepping stone. I always enjoyed finance classes (especially when able to use software for some of the amortization/depreciation stuff which perpetually confused me). The entire idea of stock portfolios, financial planning, 401k's etc has been an interest of mine for a bit which I hope MANY other people in my age bracket also entertain. Being able to manage your money to save up for your future is not a luxury (unless you're unemployed or underemployed) it is a NECESSITY. Being able to understand the processes, procedures, and inner-workings would definately be an asset for me even if I chose not to make this my ultimate career path. So, it's basically a short-term position 2-5 years in which I can gain knowledge. If I decide that it interests me enough to get licensing and take further coursework I have plenty of time to do it while accruing experience. In the meantime, I will have 2 years of the fashion design program under my belt and can likely specialize in making clothes for the handicapped - a worthwhile endeavor, no? (Maybe I can even create sexy outfits for the women of Gimps Gone Wild or something. Then I can provide a valuable service and be a productive member of society. Maybe I could even consider it a not-for-profit organization. Don't not-for-profits get great tax breaks?

Lyrics

Ok, people wanted to see the lyrics for "Dirty Little White Girl". If you are easily offended I HIGHLY suggest you not read this. Please keep in mind that I do NOT condone actions of this sort! Also, the song is still a work in progress and it will obviously not be quite the same reading words on a screen as hearing the horrid lil thing in stereo. But, once I get my computer worked out (and maybe have LJ work on some guitar for it) I might see about getting an audio clip on here. Commence reading at your own risk. Don't say I didn't warn you:

Dirty Little White Girl Her father would come home at night He'd kiss her and he'd hug her tight. Friday's were the best you see She loved to play the perfect family. (music break) Dirty little white girl Never was a rich girl. Back it up, back it up Daddy needs a new girl. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Every day the same day Except for Friday. Dirty little white girl Never was a rich girl. Back it up, back it up Daddy needs a new girl. Dirty little white girl Never was a rich girl Back it up, back it up Daddy needs a new girlfriend. (music break) Her mother left when she was 3 It screwed her up psychologically Daddy don't...Stop touching me. Daddy don't...Stop touching me. Daddy don't...Stop touching me. DADDY DON'T STOP...touching me. Dirty little white girl Never was a rich girl Back it up, back it up Daddy's got a hard-on. Dirty little white girl Never was a rich girl Back it up, back it up Daddy's got a new girlfriend. So I guess...it all worked out in the end.