Today I had the opportunity to go to an early meeting and possibly pick up some work. Now, here I was, naked in bed beside my boyfriend, on the phone. Meeting. Uh huh. And the risk was that it might yield NO profit and I had to be there in, oh, 45 minutes, and it's a 20 minute drive, and the only clothing I keep over at his place is casual crap. So I threw on my low rise jeans, smeared on a little concealer and lip gloss, and figured why not waste some gas? If everything goes wrong, I'll go to Starbucks and get a double tall nonfat no whip peppermint white mocha. So I show up. Dudes have on ties and the classiest element of my outfit is the push-up bra. First thing out of my mouth, "So where's the Starbucks?"
I picked up some work. For whatever reason, they liked me. Moral of the story: I keep motivated by going outside of my comfort zone and having a plan if stuff doesn't go well. Dig?
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<jamariquay> I never understood the need for people to kill for their religion. Then I remembered, "Wait. If Optimus Prime tells me to gack someone, that ****er's going down."
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