The news has been verified- I officially don't have any work for the rest of 2009 at the PR firm. That means making rent this month will be hella interesting. It also means that me + going out = NOT GONNA HAPPEN. No more hanging out spending money on drinks and appetizers like I have an expense account. It's time to get reacquainted with my four walls.
I suppose this is The Universe's way of saying:
Hey Raquel, girl, wassup? That's great. So listen, I been meaning to tell you, your apartment is a disgusting mess and I'm pretty sure the three-inch layer of dust that has settled there has more to do with your allergies than your neighbor's cat.
Also, you might want to do some laundry before the New Year; I'm kinda tired of seeing you in those same two outfits over and over and over.
And don't even get me started on the writing projects you need to finish, not to mention all the stuff you have in the works for your Jaded Empire. You need to get on that, Missy, or you'll always be working for the man.
SO don't forget- while you're all over the internets looking for work to keep your family afloat... take care of some of that shit. I just got you a sweet mini-vacation. Do something more with it than eating hot hings and watching porn. That is all.
xoxo,
The Universe
*smooches...chasing that silver lining for all it's worth*
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I will not let this beat me, I will not let this beat me, I WILL NOT LET THIS BEAT ME!
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Are those *footlong* hotdogs? I'm sure you could give those up. The other stuff? Keep around, for a bit, anyways.
That's right, don't let it beat you. We gotta help each other through this thing. The life of a writer can be shitty but what are our other options? Dead end administration job that drains you of your creativity? Do what I'm doing. I'm actively seeking the services of a wealthy, seasoned gentleman who is less than healthy. In fact, a heart condition is my choice ailment. That way, he's not strong enough for Viagra or Cialis. And, when I can no longer control myself, the day after the ink has dried on all legal documents leaving me the sole heir, I'll break him off and he'll keel over. Then, I can use The Color Purple defense.
Alex Cabot: How'd your husband die, Miss Jones?
Me: *crying* On top of me.
Can you imagine the shit I could tell a young dude then?
Wait, I've said entirely too much.
@Smarty, you have some serious issues.
@uh oh...what happened now?
BTe..if you need food, I've got a semi-sweet sugar daddy. LOL!
Damn.. that's rough.. Hang in there though. From what I know of you, you'll let humor and your friends pull you through.
Oh, and you're probably right.. take advantage of the time you have to get things crossed off your to-do list. You never know when some opportunity comes along and you're busier than you could have imagined.
Like my dad used to say - never leave for tomorrow what you can do today. Or was it, never do today what you can do tomorrow...
Shit.. I've got dyslexic hearing at times, so now I'm not sure.. But I live by that.. (the latter one..)
@Smarty
SERIOUS issues. SMH. Besides, what if he survives it and the only thing bruised is your ego? I mean...I'm just saying.
@Jaded
Sooo...how much porn DO you watch anyways? Just wondering.
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