Last week I may myself a judge and coming into this week, I’m trying so very hard to stay positive with a few career paths for consideration, of course there is always me in the parking lot of the Day Job questioning why. “Will Build A Lot”
Sunday, September 29, 2019
Log 090 ~Will Build A Lot~
To Will:
I AM a Billionaire right now; see I told you I was going to change that. Now there is plenty you should change. Your job, your attitude, hell your whole damn life (LANGUAGE). Only as the title suggests you’re not changing anything, you’re building. Donald Trump slept with pornstars, and you still don’t want to be him. Last night I was sitting there thinking about the man I am. The man that potential model lost interest in when it comes to the GULP project. On everything, I love I’m a writer but then again a job change Will.
Today you feel sort of like a zombie. If it’s one type of monster, you respect it’s the living dead. Walkers don’t stop, they only hunger for flesh, and you have to stop the brain for them to find peace. All of yesterday and this morning you keep thinking what you did wrong. What about becoming a private investigator? You don’t believe in hunting animals but knowing about people? Now isn’t that the great question but you need to know you first. “THEY,” say you can understand a person by their friends which by, last count is two. There is also the idea of becoming a museum curator. You like looking over beautiful things, relics of the past and or the future. The library around here is decent, but you would send another girl running. Speaking of stories, why not try another Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 034 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
Completed (Day 041 No Fap) - I AM Always The “Father” B III Deserves
Failed - I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
Failed - I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
Failed - I AM Gaining One Patron Or One Model For Patreon
Failed - I AM Finishing Again, The Art of the Pimp: One Man’s Search for Love, Sex, and Money
Failed
I know you have a thing for routine but ridiculous. Back to one and you’re barely hanging on with that possibility. It’s like a bookstore with no customers and hell no books seeing as how you’re working on GULP still. If I’m honest, working retail sucks unless you’re a salesman the likes of Dennis Hof. How about all the collections you want to buy and tomorrow is the day. People talk about retail therapy, but what do you want? Erotic books, research materials, and women. Yeah you’re more a retail anatomy type of guy. The STUPIDEST thing is all these jobs. Infection, spying, pretty collections, a business in the ground and more women. At this rate you could become president, but you stick to being a parking lot attendant with the same Six Impossible Things:
- I AM Keeping It In My Pants (Day 034 No Fap) Real Girls Are An Exception
- I AM Always The “Father” B III Deserves
- I AM Publishing My Poetry “GULP”
- I AM Reviewing Raphael By Tillie Cole
- I AM Gaining One Patron Or One Model For Patreon
- I AM Finishing Again, The Art of the Pimp: One Man’s Search for Love, Sex, and Money
When are they leaving, when will you stop paving paradise to put up a parking lot? Will Build A Lot.
I Will Have No Fear