It's 3:04 in the morning and I've just returned from a rock-star themed party at the Flame Club -a somewhat scummy bar located across the street from the Memorial Auditorium in downtown Sacramento. The place was closed for the night, only friends were allowed in. Drink tickets were given at the door, as well as poker chips for several card tables that were set up, and there was food galore! I myself gorged mostly on the chocolate-dipped strawberries, but satisfied my craving for something savory with the shrimp cocktail. Mmmm..... chocolate strawberries and shrimp cocktail. Almost makes ya want to throw up a bit in your mouth, right? Well it was tasty. And I was drunk. Perhaps that's why the combo was so delicious!The dj was rocking it and I danced until the vintage shoes on my feet could move no more.
A couple friends came over earlier; we drank red wine and played dress up. Ashley went as Joan Jett, Lorea'l as Gwen Stefani (singing all the throughout the night, "the shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S), and me, you ask? What alter ego did I don for the night? None other than Madonna. Somehow, a black corset on top of a red fishnet long sleeved shirt, home-made lacy black pettifore-slash-tu-tu thing as a skirt, and purple, yellow, pink and blue heels from the 80s worked well. A couple guests at the party even knew who I was. Sweet.
After we took this photo, Ashley and I realized just how tall I really am compared to her. She looks a little pip-squeak compared to my giganticness! You know, though, if I had actually started preparing for the party before the day of, if I had had a bit more time to scour the thrift stores for a better costume, I woulda gone as Prince. No doubt about it. Purple velvety clothing, white ruffles, jerry curl in my white girl hair - err, ok, maybe not the jerry curls. But velvet and ruffles, for sure. Aww, cute little androgynous Prince. I just want to pinch his cute little butt cheeks!
Anyway, I get back home and start playing around in Google. Unfortunately, up until this time, my hours on the internet have not been spent wisely. Admittedly, my navigation rarely spawns beyond Facebook, Google, Craigslist, and the New York Times. Where, or where, are the bad ass websites? Where can I actually go to feel good about wasting time inside on the internet? Honestly, I try to keep my relationship with my computer short and sweet - I know there's a whole world out there, a world full of rivers and foreign countries and beautiful people - so I try to keep it brief. In and out.
However...
I've decided I'm going to make a living on the internet. Perhaps I've been inspired by a new friend, or perhaps it's been something creeping closer and closer into view. Ever since I returned from Berlin, the world of internet sales (vis a vis my father's Ebay business - brokering used radio station equipment) has been all up in my grill. It's time to become open to the possibilities of selling over the internet.
I'll embrace it. I'll welcome Ebay, I'll welcome Pay Pal. Internet commerce, welcome to my house! It's very, very good to have you. I want to build a website (hopefully using the sweet web design skills of my ex of four years, Jonathan, little boy wonder who now works for Apple), and sell stuff through it. I'd like to write articles about the products, do reviews, and have freelancers contribute as well. I'll pick products that I like, that I trust, that I recommend, and make them available to the world. All in one place. All awesome. All on a website that I will have created. Therefore, all revenue from the sales of the products I choose, as well as any ads placed on the website, will go to me... Muah ha ha haaaahhh!!
Ahem. I want to learn more. I heard today that DUI attorney ads, placed on the right websites, will earn the owner of that website up to $100 bucks. A hundred dollars! Can you believe it?? My good friend Megan has a younger brother, Byron. He's a reggae dj in Sacramento, and, although I love the kid to death, he's dealing with his second DUI. How could you be so stupid?? First of all, is fucking costly. Second of all, you could kill someone. Or yourself. Now how would that feel?
But, of course, as it's my style, I digress. I've decided to manifest making money on the internet. No more working for the man. No more working weekends. No more wasting hours and hours and days of my life doing something I could honestly care less about, all the while KNOWING that I could be doing so much more for myself and not working so hard. That's one of the problems with America. We accept that hard work is the only way to go. I know, I know. It's the "American Dream." It's the search for wealth, for power, for status. It's the willingness to step on your peers to get ahead; use other human beings for personal gains and then throw them away. All for what? A big house on the hill? A white picket fence? A big screen tv in the living room and a maid on the weekends and a family that doesn't know how to communicate with each other?
No thanks.
I'm not selling out, I'm just thinking smarter. I've always known there were other ways to find freedom.
Dear Adsense,
Please work for me! I want my weekends back and I want to travel the world and work from anywhere and someday soon return to Berlin so I can feel that energy again, like being re-born. Click away, folks, click away.
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