I haven't written in a couple of days because I've been busy trying to get my new site up for my Keen business. It's a site geared toward men (geez I don't know why I bother huh? lol). Anyway, it's pretty graphical for them. But, I'm hoping that it helps promote myself and get a little more business. It's rough when you're stuck in the middle of no-where-land with no car, no job, and no way to get a car or job for the time being.
So, a girl's gotta do what she can in the circumstances that life's blown against here. It's nothing that I had planned on, but I'm stuck here so, what can I do? I am taking calls as a Keen counselor...or what many guys think...a sex line. I've come up with some interesting calls. But, what can you do to market yourself in this dog-eat-dog world when the competition is tough? Well, I've tried something out of the ordinary....I guess. I am taking calls, for both counseling and sex, and now, I've also offered erotic stories for a small fee. Well??? When you don't have very many resources....it's kind of slim pickin's for someone who's in the boondocks.
Him, whats-his-name, is now, according to him working for a temp service...$5.15 an hour. I don't know if I can truly believe that he's finally out working or not. I just don't know. He was in the hospital again this last week...Monday rolled around and...oops, he's gotta go into the hospital. Hmmm you think work is a dirty word for him? I think so sometimes. Anyway, I mean, he can't put himself in there for weeks at a time if they can't find anything wrong with him. He went to a new shelter, so he had to play the poor-pitiful-me act. Oh yes....it probably was very artistic in pretending that he was in pain...oh me, oh my...I have chest pain...puleeze. He had to make it a show for the new place for the attention.
I've been emailing and faxing my resume as much as I can. Ron handed me $200 the other day so that I can pay off my exise tax in MA that is holding me back from getting my license. Wasn't that nice? So, I'm one step in the right direction. I will get a driver's license, a job, and a new apt...and my hope is to move out of here before what's-his-name does anything, and just disappear without a trace...to him anyway. It might not go in that order....but that's my plan anyway.
I had a dream last night...I don't know what it means. In the dream I was somewhere, I don't know where, and this person...faceless person was telling me that I had to leave, NOW. Tommy was there just getting on this computer, and the voice told me that I had to get out, just take with me what I came with. I asked Tommy if I could have the computer and he said yes and asked me if I wanted the keyboard I'm using now. I really wanted the other one (that's actually sitting over here in a milk crate because it doesn't hook up to this tower). Anyway, I was trying to get out of there, and this faceless person hands me some candy. I asked him about the fact that I was to leave with only what I came with....and that was the end of the dream. I don't know what in the world it was all about...but it was strange.
I've been talking to this guy that I met back in April I think. He's really nice. We met in person. I know he likes me a lot...but he's kind of stand-offish with me. I know he's been hurt by women before. He was engaged to two women that just dumped him for one reason or another. The reasons weren't worth dumping him for. But, I think he's afraid to get involved because he's might be afraid that I'll do the same. I have decided to take it slow with him and show him that there are women in this world that are really nice. I mean...I try to send him nice things to show I have a heart. He told me, about a week ago, that he doesn't think that there is a woman out there worth marrying ...whaaaat? Boy, those women must have really done a number on this sweet person. Anyway, I am going slow with him....of course no....I don't want to rush into things. Anyway, he lives about 2 hours from me now...so there's not a chance that he comes up this way any time too quickly. I do like him, and have from the very first. I guess I just got to get him out from under the duldrums that he's in.
Anyway, so yeah, I 've made a little money. Not a whole lot, but I'm hoping this little business will take off soon. Or, I get a real job out in the world...I don't know which will come first. I like this job, because I enjoy talking to guys. They're so friendly, and this is so unlike telemarketing because I'm getting the calls rather than calling out. I love hearing what these guys have to talk about. I think most men think with their other head rather than with the one on their shoulders. LOL I have had these guys calling me up asking me, 'do you think masturbating 12 times is too much?' Hmmm well, I think that, yes, that's a wee bit excessive. What is it with you guys and masturbation?? Then, because I'm trying to promote my site, I sit and have my Yahoo IM on. This one guy, geez I had to put the poor guy on ignore. He told me that he was going to send me pictures of his kids. Uh, huh...it wasn't his kids he sent but his...yoohoo. Geez!! He IM's me today...and askes me, "You want to see me on my cam?" UH NO!!!! So, on ignore he went.
So, for me, I'm trying my best to get out of my situation. I know I'm not taking what's his name back. I have definately made up my mind. That's a certainty. So, onto trying to put my life back into order.
