For inexplicable reasons my blog locked me out for the last two weeks. I guess whatever I was going to write was going to be worthless, so the universe, in all infinite wisdom just barred me. Thank you?
Anyway, I have started working for ChaCha again. That means that I answer any question under the sun for approximately ten cents. My favorite question yesterday was "Can you fingerbang somebody to death?" The job definitely gives me a small slice of America that otherwise I would be blind to. Also, it pays me less than a dollar an hour, so I get the bonus lesson of realizing how hard t would be to live on the salary of the person who made my converse sneakers. Bonuses are good.
The boyfriend and I have officially spent too much time in our tiny home together. Everything that once was charming about either of us has now become horrible and disgusting. I am honestly amazed that we made it this long without committing to a suicide pact, or some sort of murder/suicide ritual. We must REALLY like each other.
In order to alleviate the not-enough-personal-space-strain I am going to Dallas to spend time with my brother and his family for about a week. I've found that there's nothing better for remembering that your life is great than spending time in someone else's reality. Plus, they have a pool.
They also have heat, which I am sad to say we are out of right now. There was a cold snap (doesn't that make it sound like a refrigerator cookie) and last night when I went to check the levels I found a giant red E starting at me from the propane level indicator. It seems that in order to avoid death and cold snaps, Dallas is the best choice.
I put up ads on Craigslist last night. One asking for money or a job or both in the "wanted" section and one posting my skills in the "resume" section. In both of the ads I talked about needing money, in the form of charity or employment so that I could turn the heat back on and be able to cook food and things. A few people offered me money or jobs. I was stoked that something finally gave and I was going to get a job as a personal assistant or nanny or housekeeper. I talked a bit more about myself to them, answered questions and stuff and was feeling great. Until I realized that the man who wanted a personal assistant wanted a "personal" assistant, to assist with erections... The person who wanted a nanny wanted a "nanny" and the only child he has is his own inner child who's been a bad, bad boy. Last but certainly not least there was the housekeeper position. He actually did want me to clean his house, naked. He said, "There may, from time to time be something else that needs a spit shine too, if you know what I mean" WHAT?!?
So, I make less of a living wage than the children in Chinese sweatshops, answering stranger's questions and I have no heat and no way to cook food and my only job prospects involve "spit shining" if you know what I mean... It's really kind of hilarious.
Oh yeah, and I have an Etsy store, http://www.etsy.com/shop/ZiaSophiaDesigns
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Oliver Roscoe who is 5 today!!!!!!!
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