is it wrong… ?
i have a date tonight. We’re just meeting for coffee. I think he has a partner already anyway, so its not a dating thing. But he’s cute and the sex could be fun.
I was planning all day, on going to the gym tonight then meeting him afterwards for coffee. We set the time at 8:00pm.
Then, at around 5pm, I caught a view of myself in the mirror and said to myself… “Cute hair!!” I love having a good hair day, and since I worked from home today, its going to be wasted on my dogs.
So I’m going to forgo the gym and head direct to coffee.
Why risk it?
i AM somebody!!!
its finally happened.
I knew it would, but I honestly didn’t expect it to take so long. I’ve had my first googol search response.
Yes, somebody ran a search in google for “Persian Ass Master”!
I was the number 2 return.
Time to strive for Number 1
throw in some luxury…
can i admit a secret with you, my loyal readers?
i’ve struggled for many, many years with this secret and I think its time to share this with the world at large. I want to be rich!, Not just comfortable, but FULL-ON Wealthy!!
I grew up in a simple middle-classed household with my 4 siblings. Both my parents worked, and worked hard to support the family, sacrificed, cut-corners, worked a lot of overtime (there were times I wouldn’t see my father for weeks) all to make the family stable and put their children thru college. I rebelled at the thought of being poor, because, well, I grew up during Reaganomics. Everyone on tv drove a Porsche and lived the high-life, why couldn’t I.
Eventually, I came to realize that money didn’t grow on trees and I’d need to earn it on my own. This sorta-taught me about money. Once I started working, my money bought me the things that my parents wouldn’t. Rather short sighted I’ll admit, but shopping made me feel powerful. I could walk into a store, and they would HAVE to be nice to me. The more money I made, the more expensive my tastes became.
When I moved to Chicago, I was making more money than I had ever made in my life and I was happy to have it. Then, I got fired. Well, technically “laid-off”. But I was fired.
I’ve been going thru two years of downsizing. Taking lower paying jobs just to cover my bills and learning to get by on less. This has been fun and all, but I think its time that I get by on MORE. My current job forced me to cut my expenses considerably. My base salary is a lot less than I’m used to, but the silver lining is that I have a truly workable commission structure. Unlimited earning potential. The more I bring in, the more I make.
So this has forced me to re-evaluate my beliefs.
I’ve struggled with the thought of being a consumer. Consumers waste. They drive big cars, live in big houses and waste a lot. So I’ve always convinced myself that I didn’t want to be rich because then I’d be like that too.
But I’m realizing, that I can make a lot more money and NOT be that way. I can still drive an economical vehicle, live in an ecco friendly house and shop in self-sustaining food stores.
I can enjoy the finer things in life and not worry about leaving a negative impact. Besides, I’m happiest when I’m sharing, spending on friends and family, or giving away to charities.
So, to kick off this new phase of “going for the gold ring” I decided to pamper myself. I invited Double D to join me for a pedicure.
the full treatment
He agreed and now I have 4 toes that are the most sublime color of blue you’d ever see.