Full speed ahead, bitches. The cat's eyeing my lap like she's about to jump.
Here's an interesting factthe less hair i have on my face the more favorable the ladies respond. I shaved last night. Almost all the hair on my face is gone. I've not been fully shaven in about 7 years.
Last night i was looking in the mirror when i thoughti wanna look like a 70's era porn star, so i shaved everything but the 'stache.
Then i shaved the stash because i looked more like a creepy stalker with a fakey mustache.
The whole reason i grew the hair out was because i was sick of being mistaken for a girl. I got tired of being called miss and ma'ami have every effeminate features.
My two most masculine features are my voice and my penis. So if i'm standing clean shaven, fully dressed, and silent, people think i'm a chick.
Or, so they used to.
I was offered another full time position todaythe fourth this year. I think i might take this one. The hours are flexible, the work is easy, the money might help. We'll see.
The thing about full time is that, to me, it would be admitting defeat, but i've been working at the same place since September 17, 2001it's time to stop kidding myself.
When i first got the job i was taking classes as well, so part time fit. After i dropped out i started writing intensely, so a full time gig seemed shite.
In the last four years i went full time 4 times. Every year i forget why i dislike full time so i take another lil thing to fill up the timethen i have no time to do anything else. You know, the stuff i actually need to do. But at this point something needs to be done. Time to make a move.
Boop.
Here's an interesting factthe less hair i have on my face the more favorable the ladies respond. I shaved last night. Almost all the hair on my face is gone. I've not been fully shaven in about 7 years.
Last night i was looking in the mirror when i thoughti wanna look like a 70's era porn star, so i shaved everything but the 'stache.
Then i shaved the stash because i looked more like a creepy stalker with a fakey mustache.
The whole reason i grew the hair out was because i was sick of being mistaken for a girl. I got tired of being called miss and ma'ami have every effeminate features.
My two most masculine features are my voice and my penis. So if i'm standing clean shaven, fully dressed, and silent, people think i'm a chick.
Or, so they used to.
I was offered another full time position todaythe fourth this year. I think i might take this one. The hours are flexible, the work is easy, the money might help. We'll see.
The thing about full time is that, to me, it would be admitting defeat, but i've been working at the same place since September 17, 2001it's time to stop kidding myself.
When i first got the job i was taking classes as well, so part time fit. After i dropped out i started writing intensely, so a full time gig seemed shite.
In the last four years i went full time 4 times. Every year i forget why i dislike full time so i take another lil thing to fill up the timethen i have no time to do anything else. You know, the stuff i actually need to do. But at this point something needs to be done. Time to make a move.
Boop.
good luck with your job