This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

Monday, November 22, 2004

"one baby to another said..."

I am good at being me. I don't think anyone else could handle being me for a day. Im not saying this to sound egotistical. But sometimes my life is stickier then the gum you find under the table at pizza hut.
sometimes I get headaches just thinking. Its like I start thinking and I blank out for 30 mins staring at nothing, looking stupid. But I am in such deep thought most of the people around me could not comprehend the millions of little things I think about on an hourly basis.
ie: how to make money. What are good stock options. Should I buy that house? Is the juice worth the squeeze?

I need to get a job, a 9-5 job, where I can show off my talents in sales, and my skills with people. Sometimes I like to think I could sell ice to a inuit, or charm the pants of a nun.
I kinda already have a job, even though I haven't really started yet. I have a brilliant idea that involves advertising, and am going to get it off the ground with in the next few months. I will give you all details as this unfolds.

I have a few other idea's but they are far to lucrative to get off the ground as of yet. I am too broke fund some of my adventures in the real world. Send me money, and a self addressed stamped envelope to
Angelo ********
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Canada

thank you. Have a good day.

killed softly at 11/22/2004 06:29:00 PM

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