E for Easy Lover

So, I asked Snav to tag my ass, and this is what she came up with:

Comment on this entry and ask and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your blog, including an explanation of what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.

My letter [for obvious reasons] is E. Here are my words:

Eclectic: As in, my taste in music, my taste in men, my driving habits, my moods, my bank account balance, my dance moves, my relationship with my mother, the way my curls lay on my head, and my underwear collection.

Enthusiastic: This is the mood expected of me everyday from 7:30am to 5:15. I work as a front lobby receptionist in the happiest fucking corporate office in Houston. I swear there's crack in the water. Every single one of the employees is bright, chipper, and high on life. It's exhausting, but let me tell you, it's better than working for grumpy assholes.

Everysinglefuckingday: Moreover, my boss walks in everyday with the same greeting: "Happy Monday!", "Happy Tuesday!", "Happy Wednesday!", "Happy Thursday!", "Happy Friday!".

Excel: My father is a perfectionist, my mother is a relentless bitch. Therefore, I've always excelled at tasks, particularly academics. In elementary school, I was in the SOAR program. In middle school, I was Gifted and Talented. In high school, I was in the Math Club [where I won a medal for some stoopid timed math test], Science Club [which I joined because the love-of-my-high-school-life was in the same club and also because I wanted to go to the Zoo during school hours], Business Professionals of America organization [where I won district in some fucking contest where I had to prioritize business tasks and complete them using either MS Word, Excel or Powerpoint]; I also graduated top 10% of my class with a 4.64 GPA. Surprisingly, I never got my ass kicked.

Erotica: People I know read this blog, so I'll just say: Just because I'm single, doesn't mean I don't get laid. I have a very healthy sex-life. Always have.

Ethniticity: I rarely talk about my heritage, because honestly, I don't know that much about it. My parents grew up in a time when speaking fluent Spanish was a disadvantage when it came to learning in school. Consequently, the only culture and language I know came from 9 years of Spanish classes. I can speak, read, and write Spanish. Ironic how native Spanish speakers are getting better jobs than I am. But for business purposes, I can pass for bi-lingual. I can sell anything in Spanish.

Erica: My name. People always spell it incorrectly. It means, "ever powerful."

Ears: My nervous habit is pulling on the lobes of my ears. It drives my mother absolutely crazy when I do it, but the only time I do it is when I'm around her. If we're in public and I start doing it, she will, without hesitation, slap my hand away from my ear.

Elope: If I ever do get married, this is how it's all going down: We'd fly to Vegas and get married at one of those drive-thru marriage joints. Then, we'd gamble away any money that we saved up for a traditional wedding. Later, back home, we'd throw a big party, where all our relatives and friends could shower us with gifts and best wishes.

Elephants: I went to the zoo one day with a friend when I was younger. We stopped by the elephant exhibit where a huge male was on display. I noticed something strange, so I pointed to the elephant and curiously asked, "Why does that elephant have 5 legs?" My friend replied, "Because that 5th leg is not a leg at all. It's his penis."

If you'd like to play along, just ask for a letter in my comments.