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Seriously content, even though I have a shitload of work on my plate. I'm going to be working all night, then again tomorrow -- hard and heavy, like the old days. Before all the politics and chessboard play screwed with everything. I miss those days when the job wasn't political -- it was just us copywriters laying down the good lines. Then we wanted to be executives, renegade CEOs that could truly call the shots. I got the drop on something that will be insanely profitable. If this was a concrete and brick business, I wouldn't be able to capture that type of ROI -- it'd get locked in overhead. I'm always looking into new stuff -- I've probably got at least 60 markets in my database, and I add more everyday. I watch, read, and inhale information by the case and come back for more -- that's the way you stay nimble. I had a conversation with someone about the Oprah effect and laid out a few errors I'm seeing in that lady's chessboard. Of course, when you're worth 2.5B, you generally don't give a flying stabbed Momo what cracks are visible. But I see them, and since I'm gunning to take it all -- I file them away for future reference.
Once we get the house clean, I'm painting. New-to-me furniture -- I move a lot, so I'm not attached to furniture. I don't have company over -- my home is my sanctuary, made for my pleasure and no one else's. You want entertainment? Go see a movie. I like to step out for entertainment's sake. Been eyeing one of those shiny new flat screens something awful -- it's a matter of control and balance. Right now, I need to make sure that we stay as cash flow positive as possible. I predict rough weather, and I'd be a fool to blow my wad without looking beyond the horizon. I actually save now -- god help me, I'm trying. I mean, I love looking good. I get the same rush out of looking fantastic that people get from looking at porn -- there's no way I can stay angry when I look at my face in the mirror and see my makeup and such on. I can't help but smile.
Nicole has proven herself to be quite the friend -- understanding and helpful, without being pushy or nosy. I'm a very...reserved person in real life. I don't like a lot of connections. I don't like spilling my feelings. Those things can get used against you in a boardroom, and I need to keep my edge sharper than any sword in the world to stay rolling forward.
I've let go of a lot of my active chessboard things -- the industry thinks I've fell off, got tired -- maybe found a nice man and started making little Marisa's. Ah, just as planned. Sorry, but it fits -- I have no desire to telegraph my movements, and the crowd I was rolling with was WAY too into all the LOOK AT WHAT I JUST BOUGHT WOW mentality. I'm too much of a sleeper car, and I know firsthand that money is easy come and certainly easy go if you aren't looking hard enough. So I tend to stay on to myslef and save rather than party -- to which my friends call me boring.
The Car Project is rolling forward nicely -- still gotta get new tires, still gotta get the 30 day permit, a new fuel filter, a tune up and put some gas in the tank. The gas that was sitting has gone bad and the engine's kicking a fit. My poor car -- I'll take care of all of it, in good time. I'm a touch leery of dipping into my reserves when I just don't know how things will play out. I like having a cushion to make sure things are on the level, you know? New clothes and all that jazz can wait until I know without a shadow of a doubt that things are stable in Marisaville for good. Then you'll see me rocking my Carmen Sandiego red fedora like a bad bitch ;) God, I love that look - red fedora, red trench. I saw a gorgeous pair of black pumps, but principle told me, "Don't pick them up." It's like I've lost the ability to spend money without second guessing myself. If I sit in the boardroom and make a deal? I can write a check with the best of them. But if it's not for the company, I tend to play it conservatively.
Too much pinstripery and life stuff in my world to actually focus on yaoi writing. I'm thinking about it though, and you can bet once I get things cleared up everything will be just fine. I'm going to focus this week on making my client realize that the service contract is still important to me -- he's worried I'm spreading myself too thin -- a sign that I need to keep my moves closed tightly.
I'm happy. I mean... I'm happy. My moods have evened out now that I know what I gotta do. It's like I woke up and realized that I can't just up and act like other people. I gotta do what Marisa Serise needs to do. I ain't saying that money is the only thing I care about, but there's a lot of opportunities on my desk right now and the price tags are starting to catch my attention greatly. By 2012, if I'm not back at six figures, something is terribly, terribly wrong. I'm very excited and looking forward to the future. There's a good possibility, if I can get these deals closed by then, that both of our companies are going to turn into million dollar corporations. That's two years from now. I'm 23 this year. I'll be set, the family cared for and I'll slow down a touch -- but not too much. I'm far from finished, as I'm looking to be a billionaire by 50 -- yup yup, your girl dreams big -- it's either big or it's nada for me. Of course, it would be difficult for me to get to that level and have the same privacy I do now -- but we'll see.
Alright, I got another 20K word day -- gotta get it to win it, woo! Laters :)
Once we get the house clean, I'm painting. New-to-me furniture -- I move a lot, so I'm not attached to furniture. I don't have company over -- my home is my sanctuary, made for my pleasure and no one else's. You want entertainment? Go see a movie. I like to step out for entertainment's sake. Been eyeing one of those shiny new flat screens something awful -- it's a matter of control and balance. Right now, I need to make sure that we stay as cash flow positive as possible. I predict rough weather, and I'd be a fool to blow my wad without looking beyond the horizon. I actually save now -- god help me, I'm trying. I mean, I love looking good. I get the same rush out of looking fantastic that people get from looking at porn -- there's no way I can stay angry when I look at my face in the mirror and see my makeup and such on. I can't help but smile.
Nicole has proven herself to be quite the friend -- understanding and helpful, without being pushy or nosy. I'm a very...reserved person in real life. I don't like a lot of connections. I don't like spilling my feelings. Those things can get used against you in a boardroom, and I need to keep my edge sharper than any sword in the world to stay rolling forward.
I've let go of a lot of my active chessboard things -- the industry thinks I've fell off, got tired -- maybe found a nice man and started making little Marisa's. Ah, just as planned. Sorry, but it fits -- I have no desire to telegraph my movements, and the crowd I was rolling with was WAY too into all the LOOK AT WHAT I JUST BOUGHT WOW mentality. I'm too much of a sleeper car, and I know firsthand that money is easy come and certainly easy go if you aren't looking hard enough. So I tend to stay on to myslef and save rather than party -- to which my friends call me boring.
The Car Project is rolling forward nicely -- still gotta get new tires, still gotta get the 30 day permit, a new fuel filter, a tune up and put some gas in the tank. The gas that was sitting has gone bad and the engine's kicking a fit. My poor car -- I'll take care of all of it, in good time. I'm a touch leery of dipping into my reserves when I just don't know how things will play out. I like having a cushion to make sure things are on the level, you know? New clothes and all that jazz can wait until I know without a shadow of a doubt that things are stable in Marisaville for good. Then you'll see me rocking my Carmen Sandiego red fedora like a bad bitch ;) God, I love that look - red fedora, red trench. I saw a gorgeous pair of black pumps, but principle told me, "Don't pick them up." It's like I've lost the ability to spend money without second guessing myself. If I sit in the boardroom and make a deal? I can write a check with the best of them. But if it's not for the company, I tend to play it conservatively.
Too much pinstripery and life stuff in my world to actually focus on yaoi writing. I'm thinking about it though, and you can bet once I get things cleared up everything will be just fine. I'm going to focus this week on making my client realize that the service contract is still important to me -- he's worried I'm spreading myself too thin -- a sign that I need to keep my moves closed tightly.
I'm happy. I mean... I'm happy. My moods have evened out now that I know what I gotta do. It's like I woke up and realized that I can't just up and act like other people. I gotta do what Marisa Serise needs to do. I ain't saying that money is the only thing I care about, but there's a lot of opportunities on my desk right now and the price tags are starting to catch my attention greatly. By 2012, if I'm not back at six figures, something is terribly, terribly wrong. I'm very excited and looking forward to the future. There's a good possibility, if I can get these deals closed by then, that both of our companies are going to turn into million dollar corporations. That's two years from now. I'm 23 this year. I'll be set, the family cared for and I'll slow down a touch -- but not too much. I'm far from finished, as I'm looking to be a billionaire by 50 -- yup yup, your girl dreams big -- it's either big or it's nada for me. Of course, it would be difficult for me to get to that level and have the same privacy I do now -- but we'll see.
Alright, I got another 20K word day -- gotta get it to win it, woo! Laters :)