So here's what I want to know -- how to keep work, the job -- however you pay the bills, unless you happen to be smart and/or lucky enough to do what you love and get paid for it -- how do you keep all that shit from taking up too much? I fucking dream about work, about the actual physical action of it and the people there, more than I dream about getting laid or running through wheat fields with aliens snapping at my heels... I don't know, about dreamy, trippy things.
Here I am on a site with the most beautiful women getting naked in non-porn ways and I can't shake the shit of it all off of me. And my job is not digging sewer tunnels. But it is boring, and I more than slightly disagree with the way things are done, and I would quit but it's amazing what you can buy when you get a paycheque every few weeks.
This adult shit sucks you in, no doubt.
Here I am on a site with the most beautiful women getting naked in non-porn ways and I can't shake the shit of it all off of me. And my job is not digging sewer tunnels. But it is boring, and I more than slightly disagree with the way things are done, and I would quit but it's amazing what you can buy when you get a paycheque every few weeks.
This adult shit sucks you in, no doubt.
Yes, men make me laugh and laugh. People do in general, but men are different about it. It's a positive thing. I love people. And sometimes men are monkeys, you know? hehehe
I'll be on the road touring with my show on my birthday this year. Not next year, man. It's been years since my birthday was sacred, and next year's gonna be different. I'm gonna have a birthday party with a cake and candles and a little white party dress just like when I was 5. I'll have a pinata and play pin the tail on the donkey. Or maybe I'll make sexy versions of children's party games. That sounds like fun!
What are you gonna be getting up to?
work... sucks. no matter what the work, unless it's something that allows you multiple nap and alcohol breaks.