business as usual. 2 orders hopefully being shipped out today, and then one order that will be shipped when the guy's check clears (who uses e-checks? srsly) and then one !new! order from today that i will make while listening to the podcast of this american life.
so far i have profits at about $100. assuming that today's order and that guy's e-check clears, there's another $100.
of course i can't be all business all the time, i have to worry about my love life too, if you can call it that. disregard the fact that any and all guys interested in me probably just want my mediocre-at-best body, and i still don't even have that great of a selection. frankie tried talking to me again last night, after the whole frankie-gillian-betsy-anthony debacle, under the guise of missing my also mediocre-at-best conversation skills...
obviously it's kind of impossible to decode people's real feelings through the internet. anthony told me this: "ok then if you want frankie to fuck you, forgive him and have it, and i will never speak to you again." thanks tony! what a pal! seriously, does he really think i'm that devoid of moral boundaries? it's also somewhat shitty that he'll be a total douche to me, and then get all offended when i say he doesn't care about me.
this is all just more reason as to why i would like to become a floating creature, some kind of ephemeral animal, to float into the rooms of the people around me at night and sing quietly to them while they sleep.
and then float away.
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that last bit was so delicate and sad. but also beautiful.
i think you're a very complex person, gillian. and that you're significantly better than those assholes.
i hope so!
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