I’m a jeans and T-shirt wearing, no makeup kind of girl. I never cared much about my clothes or appearance (or anyone else’s for that matter). I figured that as long as your clothes are clean, fuck it, right? And forget makeup, I don’t even wash my face! Am I gross? I don’t know. That’s debatable.
But now that I’m making money, I can shop for just about anything I want and the clothes / makeup department are looking mighty tempting. I never knew I had this side to me and I don’t think I like it. Am I getting greedy? Am I becoming a shopaholic? Why is this happening, am I just bored?
Truth is, I don’t make nearly as much as some people, but this is honestly the most I ever had in my life. I made $135 today in cold hard cash and I still have one more client coming in and that doesn’t include the 10 grand from Groupon.
That is what I average a day, but it’s only day 27 of Groupon and I’m already getting full-priced paying clients. It’s an exciting time being me right now. And it’s only the beginning…
Granted, I am working like a hideous massage monkey on crack. But clients are rolling in and loving me! My back doesn’t hurt, my hands feel great and nimble – I’m flying high. I’m in the zone.
Day 9 of Groupon was the worst. The phone non-stop ringing, 6 or 7 clients for 9 days straight. Waking up at 8 am, then going out to the bar. I was still in my old sleep / bar schedule, so day 9 did me in. I was literally rolling around on the floor clutching my knee’s to my chest chanting with tears in my eyes “I can’t do this I can’t do this oh my god I can’t do this.” My back was killing me.
But here I am at day 27. I made it through the tough parts and acclimated. Groupon sobered me up and is making me an adult.
Dave wants to meet tonight for a drink. In my last post I proclaimed that I must stay away from Billy O’s at all costs, but alas it was a false promise. Cause here I am going. I haven’t seen Dave since the whole Lisa debauchery, so he probably thinks I’m mad at him or something, which I’m not. It’s his drama, not mine. But I can’t win either way. He’ll be upset to know I don’t care and upset to know if I do care. I have to roll with the punches.
Spend spend spend. That’s all I want to do. I want to go home and shop on Amazon for everything under the sun – that’s all, only everything.
For years now I’ve been wanting a big dragon tattoo put on my back by a very fine artist I graduated high school with. The only reason I put it off for so long was the price. Now I have money so I must get dragon on my back. Yes to dragon.
The zombie apocalypse is approaching, so I need a dragon tattoo to survive. If you watch zombie movies, you will notice that all the survivors have very defining characteristics. The majority are lovable, but also have zeal. And possess some sort of physical appealing trait. My dragon tattoo will be my appealing trait – who would want me dead having a thing like that on my back? Not I that’s for sure. No sir ree. And since I’m doing yoga, so I’ll also be smokin’ hot. Cause I’m doing hot yoga…
Who am I kidding, I’ll be the first to get eaten. Not only get eaten, but I’ll actually surrender and offer myself up to those gory greedy chompers.
I wanted the tattoo long before that book and movie came out, the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. As soon as I heard about the book, my heart sank.
“Life is like a daring adventure or nothing”
Said in the words of Helen Keller.
I want to put that quote on top of my foot with little footprints marking my life’s journey. Shit, I’m going to be covered.
My next client called and said she’d be a half hour late. She’s cutting into beer time. Oh well, at least I can blog.
Spend spend spend. What else can I buy? Hmmm…..
Nothing. I can’t think of anything else I want. That’s no fun.
I need to clean out my closet. It’s overflowing with clothes – not just my clothes, but everyone else’s. People give me clothes they don’t want anymore and me being the scavenger that I am, snatch them up. I’m out of hangers and room. I’m looking forward to the big clean sweep. It’s refreshing starting over. It’s like being back in the beginners mind – having a new set of eyes to see. It’s actually a perpetual state of mind for me. To have no clutter – no attachments. Every day is a new start.
I want to burn sage but I’m afraid of getting yelled at.
I hope the cleaning lady isn’t here today. The elevator is acting crazy.
I need a more comfortable chair to sit in.
My mom made
corn chowder last night. Jealous?
Jeez where is this lady? My butt hurts and I want beer.
I’m excited to see Dave. I really miss the guy, who knew?
Damn I think I’m getting greedy. I’m becoming a materialistic greedy bastard. I need to get a grip on this situation ASAP. You know what I want to do right now? See exactly how much money I made in cash from these past 27 days. I wrote down all the cash money clients gave me next to their name. No, not doing it. Not important. I feel vain just by writing about it. Am I vain or excited?
Come on lady where are you? I hate this post. I’m going to stop writing.
- The indelible tramp stamp of Groupon (coverboom.com)
- Forget Dragons, Here’s the Girl with the Photoshop Tattoo (hothardware.com)
- How to Hide a Tattoo (everydayhealth.com)
- Female tattoo artists make their mark (guardian.co.uk)
- London Tattoo Convention: Five Reasons Why It’s Going To Be Amazing! (tattoosdayuk.wordpress.com)
- Tattoo Age: Valerie Vargas’ Last Installment! (tattoosdayuk.wordpress.com)
- Groupon – Today’s Not-Zynga (dailyfinance.com)
- Down (but not out) with Daily Deals (social-glu.com)
- Rooney Mara – Dragon Tattoo Stylist Lands Hunger Games Sequel (contactmusic.com)