February 26, 2008 at 3:23 am | Filed under the internets
A couple of months ago, I ended my one year and eight month stint as a phone monkey to say hello to a life of freedom, rock and roll, late nights NOT working and NOT stressing over someone else’s problems, and general bad ass-ery. Of course, saying good-bye to my job and my only source of income meant I’d be saying hello to a life of (temporary) destitution.
And that, my friends, is the life I’m living now.
For the longest time, I’ve successfully ignored signing up for blog ads or services such as PayPerPost, Smorty, and a bunch of other sponsored posts sites out there. It’s not that I had anything against selling my blog entries to advertising; I even tried monetizing my blog before by placing Google Adsense in the most obscure part of my sidebar (the very bottom, in colors that matched my layout. Took them out for the meantime because I couldn’t figure out where to position them in this layout. HUH). It’s just that I never felt the need for them. Until now. And from what I’ve been hearing, it pays well. Really well.
PayPerPost asks: What are you going to do with all the money you earn!?!?!?! Yes, that much exclamation points and question marks. Tough question. I plan on earning thousands of dollars and I can’t decide whether or not to blow it on golden doorknobs for all the doors in our house or a boob job.
I vote boob job.
February 23, 2008 at 9:22 am | Filed under bitchin' a ride, camwhorage
You know your life sucks when you’re 22 and you’re still doing shit you used to do when you were 16. In my case, IT’S FUCKING LARA CROFTING MY WAY INSIDE “MY” HOUSE.
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February 22, 2008 at 6:24 am | Filed under Y!M conversations, mr wonderful
I’ve been operating on the oddest schedule ever, odder than when I used to work nights (not as a prostitute, no). There’s nothing consistent about my hours and though I find myself assaulted with headaches throughout the day due to lack of sleep, I’m totally okay with it. I’ve also managed to keep my ditz moments to a minimum (just one this week!: I accidentally got in the wrong ride to take me to school). The consequence of having lover in a different timezone.
I’ve been up chatting with lover since 1am. I could use a cigarette, a mug of strong coffee, a line of coke, and maybe a cheap hooker…wait, no. But guess what? None of these exist or are allowed at my folks’!
Anyway.
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February 19, 2008 at 5:22 am | Filed under ditz drivel, the helga manual
I’e never been one to plan for the future, nor have I been one to speculate on what I’ll be X months or years from now. I always kind of didn’t like it when people would ask me about my future plans. Where do you see yourself 5-10 years from now? Where do you see yourself IN THIS COMPANY 5 years from now? What do you hope to achieve 6 months from now? Stuff like that. I always manage to say something stupid like I don’t know, married with 3 kids all belonging to different fathers, two dogs named Big Boy and Come Boy, four cats named Stupsi, Machiavelli, Piggy, and Love&Kisses Mandy, and a boytoy on the side? (answer to the first question) or I don’t know, NOT HERE, I guess? Otherwise, sleeping with the boss? (answer to the second question) or I don’t know, hopefully not be 80 pounds overweight and maybe develop a drug habit or an addiction to beautiful things like gasoline rainbows? (answer to the last question). Stuff like that.
It’s pitiful, really, but it’s how I get by. Because quite honestly, unless it concerns what I’m having for breakfast tomorrow, I suck at planning for the future.
So it’s a mystery how I get from one place to another (otherwise known as going from one sucky situation to a suckier one, because that’s how my life is, basically), considering that I don’t plan. If you really must know, though, movement in my life is brought about by me painting myself into a corner or by me eliminating all options but one (the GET THE FUCK OUT option). Oddly enough, it works. Of course, that’s not the point of this entry.
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February 17, 2008 at 11:32 pm | Filed under camwhorage, events
The closest to being a girl-to-girl pornstar I’ll get.
Klassy and I dropped by a party thrown by Lauren and her college friends.
They got the Austin Powers room at Victoria Court (a motel chain).
The room had a cage and lots of mirrors.
A hot tub, too, I heard.
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Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 25. I live in leggings and love oversized cardigans. My lover is the greatest. 
