Now I want to write and write and write…. but don’t have enough time to do it.
I am feeling really good the last few days. Not elated, not happy per se, just good.
I feel as though a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.
The guy at SocaFM.com agreed to increase what he was paying me, because he thought the quality of my work was so good. He said he was sorry he couldn’t pay me what I was worth, but he’d try and do better.
I’m getting messages and heads up from people about jobs and what not, and right now I need as many possible avenues for employment as possible.
I am beginning to feel as though the possibilities will soon be more than I can legitimately take on. However, I believe it’s better to have more choices than no choice at all.
Still broke. Have very little money at the moment, but I know that will change soon enough. I still need to find somewhere to live, but I’m good at least for another month.
Ahhh… a nice piece of totie now, oui? And no lie, is only one set a good looking man ah starting to see everywhere. I like a man, oui? Neck breaking off turning back to look at them. Ah not even shame.