So here I am back at this bloody desk applying for jobs and trying to get Jason's web site up and organised. I'm not sure what's going on there? I've rang him, I've rang Sandy and not heard anything back? Well he's already paid me 50% of my fee, so I know he still wants the site? Come on he's Irish, if he's paid me half, he damn well wants the site up and running pretty soon, but I don't have any images to use, he's supposed to be sending me them, but hasn't?
So yeah I applied for a couple more jobs yesterday, put up my business cards in various establishments and then went and had a fab pedicure and had my nails painted "matador red" very sexy, very cool. Well I went there because I had to read up on my Photoshop book, so I thought I might as well do that while having my nails done. You see it's always best to plan things so that you get the benefits out of the mundane chores you know??
So today I'm stuck on a stupid problem that I know is easy, but for the life of me I can't figure the bastard out. It's driving me nuts, so I'm going to keep at it and hope that it just comes to me.
So Morpheus is home, got back after 10 last night, looking exhausted and then he was up and off to work at like 7:30 this morning, well he's got jet lag, so his clock is off so to speak.
So I'm not at Viscaya today, I'm going tomorrow instead as she's off downtown doing other chores. She makes me laugh Darlene, she calls me at 8:15 this morning laughing and yelling down the phone, asking me what I did last night, and what I've done the rest of the week?
Don't get me wrong I love her to bits, but she needs to get to the point, mornings are not my best time.
So yeah I'll see her tomorrow, which is good.
Right then, sorry not really got much to say these days, well there's lots going on, but nothing that I really want to talk about here, which yes I know is silly as I clearly don't have a problem talking about most things. It will come, be sure of that.
So my pal Al has just instant message me, he's decided to go back to personal training which is great, he loves that, and he's wonderful with people. So I'm kinda hoping that he will pop back into the city once in a while and train the shit out of me again as I was the fittest EVER when he was training me. But for now he's off to this grimy little shitty gym in Brooklyn called "Gladiator" oh yeah and it's just like the name. I went there with him last week sometime to take a look, the big wuss didn't want to go by himself, so we walk in and there's like 10 guys there in there working out, they all stop what they're doing and just stare at me? What is this fucking Alaska? you've never seen a woman before? Jesus it was ridiculous. Fuck I hope Benita doesn't go and work out there (Al's girlfriend) or she'll be in serious trouble.
Testosterone palace that place was...ew!!
Right I'm outta here, later people.
P.S. oh yeah by the way I was thinking of maybe dismantling the whole Spraggworld site? Not for definite, but it has been going around my head, mainly because I really should be prioritizing my thoughts and daily stuff elsewhere right now. HOWEVER, you guys can do me a favour, if you want me to keep doing this, then let me know, it's as simple as that, you know how to get in touch, so let your fingers do the talking.....
Later.