I have been partying like I am Paris Hilton

but I am on Sam Sanford’s budget.

I need a patron of sorts, you know while I hone my craft of receiving others hospitality.

My adoptive parents would never be so irresponsible I can’t help but think.

I keep waiting to mature and it keeps not happening. I know my inner adult is in here somewhere waiting to come out and express herself. I just know it.

The protest is only a month away, that is also very exciting, I think I am going to be able to swing a trip to Manahattan en route to Philly, even though I owe the phone company quite a bit, oh and if you see my friends from the IRS tell them I send un mil besos, and I am sure the check is just lost in the mail.

I am not the only one short of cash. The protest could use some more pennies too.

Especially if you can’t GO — donate, even if it is just five bucks. Some of us are really busting our humps to represent.

Thank goodness it is such a good time.