2. My Light

February 25th, 2009, my very first journal.

Well, not diary or composition book, but my own journal with the intent of reflection and bettering myself.

Mitrice's handwriting is neat and emphatic, full of OMGs, and smiley faces, and exclamation points, which she punctuates with hearts.

First things first, I wanna own my own home.

I want to do this because it is an awesome investment and gives me something to do while I'm preparing to go back to school.

Because let's face it, I'm the type of girl who enjoys accomplishing everything I set out to do.

Her journal, she writes, is her best friend.

She signs her entries Mitrice Richardson.

I like talking, dancing, telling jokes, debating, eating, analyzing, sunshine, music, sports cars, security, people.

Don't like when people are wronged, discrimination, divas, racists, laziness, cramped space, being monitored, neediness, unmotivated people.

At 24, Mitrice is brimming with excitement about the world and her place in it.

She's a recent graduate of Cal State Fullerton, where she majored in psychology and discovered an important part of her identity.

After going out with boys in high school, she came out as gay in college, dating two women, Desiree Black and Tessa Moom.

Like a lot of people in their early 20s, she's still figuring things out, especially when it comes to her love life.

Between Des and Tessa, I get one perfect person, but I know this will never work.

But right now, it's too good to let go of.

She's an executive assistant at a freight company owned by Tessa's family, and she's also dabbling in other fields.

She's trying to get into modeling and substitute teaching.

She's taking motorcycle lessons and go-go dancing at gay bars.

Man, have I been busy, busy, busy.

Okay, so first things first, I don't think I mentioned it, but I had an audition for a go-go position, and yay, I got it.

I even saw a few cuties, which made me wanna dance.

Woo-hoo.

So I go back again tonight.

Okay, new topic.