September 23rd, 2008
My first caller on the psychic hotline was a leetle strange.
Let’s just say he was somewhat “self-absorbed”, in a physical way.
And by that, I mean he wasn’t performing his marital duties. His duties were performed as a onesome.
It’s got me rethinking posting my image on the site. I wondered why so many readers used avatars or icons. The owner of the hotline said it was beneficial to use a real image, that people could relate better to it.
I’m thinking she didn’t have wankers in mind.
And? How smart is it to call a psychic hot line, which is cheaper than the sex lines, and no sex lines show up on your credit card bill?
Anyway, now I have waves of anxiety every time I log in.
And then I think of the financial hole I’m in from the tour, and get more waves of anxiety. I’d be biting my nails if it weren’t so disgusting.
Then, last night, Ass Burger Boy announced that he has given his computer away. I started to cry.
So, posting? Pretty much off my radar right now.
September 10th, 2008
That big white screen with nothing on it? That would be my blog post for today. I have story ideas, but I look at them, and go “meh”. Every time I think I have something I want to write about, I then do a search for keywords, and behold! I already wrote it.
Don’t you hate it when that happens? I guess I’m in a blog slump. Not a blog crisis, there is enough crisis in my life right now. The blog isn’t even on my radar as something to stress about.
I’m still having anxiety about just about everything. The phone installer is here to give me a dedicated phone line. This is so I can take calls on a psychic hot line. It’s a regular job I can do at home. Regular paycheck, deposited in my account. Each week.
The company that I have my phones and internet with got everything all kinds of scrood up. Because I requested a separate billing, they treated it as a new account. And demanded payment of installation and first month’s usage up front. They neglected to tell me this when I ordered the second phone line. The installer spent a long time on the phone with the business office, and they still have it wrong. I’m all in knots. Because, with my anxiety at full force, it’s a daunting task to wade through my back payment history and find the confirmation number that proves I paid them for a billing mistake they made when I moved, over a year ago. So, I had to give them a check. Wah. I wanted to actually make some money on that phone line before I had to pay for it.
I keep obsessing that what if I’m having a bad day and my trial reading for the company sucks rocks? I know what they want. They want someone competent who can keep people on the line for at least 45 minutes.
Send me good vibes for Thursday, will you? 12-1pm Central time. That’s when I’ll be doing the trial reading. Oy.
I’m a nervous wreck.