Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Still, if this is such a no-brainer, why is it weighing so heavy on me, and it's not even a real offer yet?
Dude, don't trust your heart. If you get the offer, let your brain make the call.
Seriously, I think some time in Atlanta could be the best thing that ever happened to you.
And omnis himself can tell you that such gigs do not necessarily turn out to be permanent relocations. It would be great for you to have a job like that on your resume, get some stability, and be able to parlay that into something else. Possibly somewhere else.
But don't be resistant to change - because you really need to change your life.
Racing fans of Bitches, I had an awesome conversation with one of the guys at the house I was working at today. The fellow does not speak clearly, it is hard to understand him. I usually repeat what I think I hear so that he can confirm if I got him. Sometimes I have to try several times to get a single sentence. But he thinks Danika is great (maybe not quite as awesome as Junior) and thinks that there should be more girls in racing. "Someday", he said. Someday there will be just as many girls as guys. Smart fellow, even if his mom and me are the only people who really know how smart he is.
So what, exactly, does one do with fresh mozzarella? Besides eat it like an apple, I mean. Why, yes, I did give in to some odd impulses while at a Super Target today. Why do you ask?
Also, you know you are tired when you get the cat food and the orange juice out of the fridge and put the oj next to the cat dishes and the cat food next to your juice glass.
My appetite is behaving oddly. Another purchase I made was a jar of Nutella. And I keep wanting to spread it on things rather than eat it straight from the jar.
So what, exactly, does one do with fresh mozzarella?
Cut it into slices. Cut tomato into slices. Put mozzarella slices on tomato slices. Optional but HIGHLY recommended: olive oil, balsamic vinegar, basil, salt, pepper to taste.
Then nom as needed.
Ohhhhh, I forgot about insalata Caprese. Yes, please. Now to acquire fresh basil.
Hi Bitches! Nice thread.
Hi Bitches! Nice thread.
Shame if something happened to it.
But he thinks Danika is great (maybe not quite as awesome as Junior) and thinks that there should be more girls in racing. "Someday", he said. Someday there will be just as many girls as guys. Smart fellow, even if his mom and me are the only people who really know how smart he is.
Cool!
My nephew shot a water gun at me today and jacked my laptop. I am missing a few keys. Genius bar and fingers crossed. I did not throttle him but it was close. Still might actually.
But don't be resistant to change - because you really need to change your life.
For the record, I am not sitting in LA like a bump on a log. Also, I need more out of life than just making money.
I mean, I know I've mostly only surfaced my head lately when I've been grumpy about this or that, but my life here is not an endless parade of utter misery. These days, I'm very happy with my life here, not counting my income. Yes, my income desperately needs work, but I have writing projects and partners, and there's even signs and rumblings that something more might come of some of those.
I understand that it's a very good paying job in a nice city, but my hesitation, while I don't understand it fully myself, really is about more than just, "I DON'T WANNA."
I love you, David, but it's not just about me being resistant to change.
At least, I'm pretty sure. That's what I'm trying to figure out, I guess.