Every Hour On the Hour Like the Weather Report...
I makes it rain, what can I say? :)
Been a while since I came bringin' much swagger, so I had to correct that. I even brought little latex glove wearin' Renji -- he's a smash hit at parties, what can I say? Looking at those latex-looking gloves is making my mind get all smutty. Ugh, I am the ONLY writer on the project until the 7th of fucking June! Yes, that means more money for me but I was hoping to actually use the gap between my contracts to take some damn time off! *cranky face* Of course, my client broke out the puppy eyes and was like omg Marisa I need your help and I was all PEANUT BUTTER SHOUNEN TIME in that motherfucker. big damn shounen hero, i be it. lol. However, I'm feeling a little reiatsu crushed but I've got JT taking care of stuff on this project which makes it much easier to bear -- awww. We're planning to move! Together! I'm SO fucking excited -- I mean, I don't know when because my life is chaos on steroids with a side order of crack, but ...JT! me! in the same fucking house! holy hell! *dance dance revolution!*
I gave an informal talk about confidence and the need to feel what you're actually saying. I mean, I'm a cocky girl -- I'll 100% admit that -- but I OWN it, damnit. you know what you're getting with me, and you're getting a whole lotta confident cocky bitch and you're going to love every fucking minute of it. I'm just convinced.
It's 7am...I'm still awake when I need to be sleeping. My plans have gone all to hell because ... they just have. I mean, the car - paying payroll - some necessary business things that must be paid -- everything is sort of flying at me at once. The fast times of the self employed girl, I swear.
I'm having a good time watching the pinstripe people try to outmanipulate and double cross me. Dude, if I can sit and keep my ground with Fortune 500 executives, I don't have a reason to fear anyone. I mean, I think I'm finally breaking my copywriting roadblock. I keep getting into bad thinking -- oh, this market is too hard! oh, I'll never write it perfectly! oh, the client will be mad. FUCK THAT NOISE. I've been wearin' my pinstripes since age 12 -- I run this shit well, and run this shit is what I intend to do. If that means that I have to tackle markets I'm not good at ... I'll suck it up. I wrote a fucking book on this shit -- I should know better than to second guess myself.
Ugh, my second book is delayed. more tomfuckery. I told the girl to take her time. I'm really not in a hurry because I'm dismantling my sales funnel and tweaking every last thing.
I have about 15K tomorrow...so it's time to sleep. I'll probably play Houdini for a while -- I really don't know when I'll be back, because like I said, i'm the only writer on deck. I miss y'all like fire misses burninatin' the countryside, but I gotta embrace my inner magician and vanish for a little while longer. <3!
Been a while since I came bringin' much swagger, so I had to correct that. I even brought little latex glove wearin' Renji -- he's a smash hit at parties, what can I say? Looking at those latex-looking gloves is making my mind get all smutty. Ugh, I am the ONLY writer on the project until the 7th of fucking June! Yes, that means more money for me but I was hoping to actually use the gap between my contracts to take some damn time off! *cranky face* Of course, my client broke out the puppy eyes and was like omg Marisa I need your help and I was all PEANUT BUTTER SHOUNEN TIME in that motherfucker. big damn shounen hero, i be it. lol. However, I'm feeling a little reiatsu crushed but I've got JT taking care of stuff on this project which makes it much easier to bear -- awww. We're planning to move! Together! I'm SO fucking excited -- I mean, I don't know when because my life is chaos on steroids with a side order of crack, but ...JT! me! in the same fucking house! holy hell! *dance dance revolution!*
I gave an informal talk about confidence and the need to feel what you're actually saying. I mean, I'm a cocky girl -- I'll 100% admit that -- but I OWN it, damnit. you know what you're getting with me, and you're getting a whole lotta confident cocky bitch and you're going to love every fucking minute of it. I'm just convinced.
It's 7am...I'm still awake when I need to be sleeping. My plans have gone all to hell because ... they just have. I mean, the car - paying payroll - some necessary business things that must be paid -- everything is sort of flying at me at once. The fast times of the self employed girl, I swear.
I'm having a good time watching the pinstripe people try to outmanipulate and double cross me. Dude, if I can sit and keep my ground with Fortune 500 executives, I don't have a reason to fear anyone. I mean, I think I'm finally breaking my copywriting roadblock. I keep getting into bad thinking -- oh, this market is too hard! oh, I'll never write it perfectly! oh, the client will be mad. FUCK THAT NOISE. I've been wearin' my pinstripes since age 12 -- I run this shit well, and run this shit is what I intend to do. If that means that I have to tackle markets I'm not good at ... I'll suck it up. I wrote a fucking book on this shit -- I should know better than to second guess myself.
Ugh, my second book is delayed. more tomfuckery. I told the girl to take her time. I'm really not in a hurry because I'm dismantling my sales funnel and tweaking every last thing.
I have about 15K tomorrow...so it's time to sleep. I'll probably play Houdini for a while -- I really don't know when I'll be back, because like I said, i'm the only writer on deck. I miss y'all like fire misses burninatin' the countryside, but I gotta embrace my inner magician and vanish for a little while longer. <3!