Google, & Job hunt nerves
OMG!
Check it out – I’m on google now. Yippee. I’m the freaking man, man.
Search for random bob? Search for “That road goes far down”? Yeah, I’m there. Search for Mac Tips? Yeah I'm there too, probably.
Now to see if I can get my website to come up on the front page when someone searches for “porn.” Because if I can pull that off, then I think I may have a business plan. Wait, wait, wait..... yeah, I think I'm there already.
Butterflies
I would really like to move up north already. I really need talk the right people into it. Perhaps I shouldn’t say “Porn” in my blog? Meh. I don’t give out my web address or anything. And I don’t think my name is even on it anywhere, either. I’m good to go. In that department anyhow.
But having a damn job up north is not quite going as I would like it. There should be a line at my door. Maybe lots of messages. Maybe a couple letters. Maybe at least one fucking job, huh guys? Get on this!
So yeah I’m nervous. I feel like Eminem at an FCC convention or something; you just know some shit is gonna slip out. Oops! Dammit, slipped out already.
I’m in some sort of holding pattern, waiting on word from one to decide what I should do next. And the waiting is death. Part of me feels like I could do it, but a bigger part of me thinks they won’t let me. And that really sucks. Because like I said, I wanna move up north.
Peace.