First off, I don't want a job. I mean, I certainly do, but I want it on my terms. (Nothing new here folks, same story we all have...) I would love to be a professional Benni watcher. Example:
...waitress walks up:
"Excuse me, sir. Would you like a drink?" She inquires.
"No thank you, it would interfere." I reply.
A quizzical look flashes over her countenance. "Why, whatever do you mean?"
"I'm here for one reason, and one reason alone, and you kind madame, are getting in the way of this." I say, somewhat with a reassurance, but scowling. "My name is billybillybilly M.D. Doctor of oggling naked ladies."
Among other jobs, professional listener. I could be the guy who gives appropriate looks to people at appropriate times, giving insight on their actions regarding various situations. I could strangle bunnies, maybe drown cats, well, really I couldn't. I could be an on call wedding witness. I could be an extra in bad commercials. I could do just about anything that required little to no work!
Most of these beat finding real work.
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So, advice time. There's a girl I grew up with. I like her. I miss her. And this is the first time in the history of me that this has been the case. In the past:
She's cornered me. Nothing.
She's spent inconvenient time with me. Nothing.
She's written me little love notes. Nothing.
Her grandmother wanted us to go out. Nothing.
Her sister's tried to give me the hint. Nothing.
Her brother tried to fix us up.
Nothing.
However, having not seen her for a long time, all of these icky feelings broke loose like that rash that you'll never tell anyone about. What it seemed like, is I've had intense feelings for her all along, but just now realized it. Or perhaps I was denying myself. That and I was definitely scared of her. Frightened. And I was in love with her counterpart... Don't ask what that's supposed to mean. Or, ask. But I'm not telling. This is me being a good samaritan. This is me telling you what to avoid, what won't help you.
And she may be visiting. And she may have a boyfriend. And she may be visiting BECAUSE of her boyfriend. And I may want to try something anyway. And I maybe am a total idiot. And this may definitely make me a bad person. And I may not care. And I may take action regardless. And I may not.
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I'm having far too much fun writing this journal entry.
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I love you guys. Even though I suck. I still love you, even if you don't believe it, and in that good samaritan sense, you probably shouldn't.
...waitress walks up:
"Excuse me, sir. Would you like a drink?" She inquires.
"No thank you, it would interfere." I reply.
A quizzical look flashes over her countenance. "Why, whatever do you mean?"
"I'm here for one reason, and one reason alone, and you kind madame, are getting in the way of this." I say, somewhat with a reassurance, but scowling. "My name is billybillybilly M.D. Doctor of oggling naked ladies."
Among other jobs, professional listener. I could be the guy who gives appropriate looks to people at appropriate times, giving insight on their actions regarding various situations. I could strangle bunnies, maybe drown cats, well, really I couldn't. I could be an on call wedding witness. I could be an extra in bad commercials. I could do just about anything that required little to no work!
Most of these beat finding real work.
______________________________
So, advice time. There's a girl I grew up with. I like her. I miss her. And this is the first time in the history of me that this has been the case. In the past:
She's cornered me. Nothing.
She's spent inconvenient time with me. Nothing.
She's written me little love notes. Nothing.
Her grandmother wanted us to go out. Nothing.
Her sister's tried to give me the hint. Nothing.
Her brother tried to fix us up.
Nothing.
However, having not seen her for a long time, all of these icky feelings broke loose like that rash that you'll never tell anyone about. What it seemed like, is I've had intense feelings for her all along, but just now realized it. Or perhaps I was denying myself. That and I was definitely scared of her. Frightened. And I was in love with her counterpart... Don't ask what that's supposed to mean. Or, ask. But I'm not telling. This is me being a good samaritan. This is me telling you what to avoid, what won't help you.
And she may be visiting. And she may have a boyfriend. And she may be visiting BECAUSE of her boyfriend. And I may want to try something anyway. And I maybe am a total idiot. And this may definitely make me a bad person. And I may not care. And I may take action regardless. And I may not.
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I'm having far too much fun writing this journal entry.
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I love you guys. Even though I suck. I still love you, even if you don't believe it, and in that good samaritan sense, you probably shouldn't.
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I've missed you...Sorry I have been outta touch it seems as soon as I quit my job for the most part I'm busier than ever...
The clothes making thing has just gone outta controll and then doing hair twice a week it nutz but its worth it in the end...
To tell ya the truth you dont want a job hell look at me my jobs are on my terms but they still drive me CRAZY!!!!
Love ya hun,
Kitten