I'm so easy to make happy.
A girlfriend and I went out after work last night.
I ordered a few tall doubles, a greasy hamburger and fries, lots of laughter and sex talk and well, I am no longer wallowing in my own self-pity.
I was reborn.
I am all good.
Yep, buy me some drinks, some greasy food, let me flirt with the waiter, talk with a boy, talk about sex and well, I'm a happy, happy gal.
I still need a $1,000.
Just putting that out there.
Still need money.
But hey, for now, I'm all good.
Tonight I'm out with one of my gays, and well, tomorrow all of life's problems with seem shiney and bright.
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Are our negotiations over the $1k over then?
I was intrigued.
I was slightly flattered.
I considered the offer.
After much thought I will have to say, no.
I still very much need the money, but my dignity and self-worth is worth more than $1k.
In fact, both are worth more than any amount of money.
If it's pocket change, I say, send it my way.
I will be forever grateful and my stress level will decrease greatly.
Again, thanks for the offer. It was an interesting thinker. But, no.
Well..shocker.. I had no idea I was insulting your dignity and decreasing your self-worth. Wow. Coulda made for unique and good friends.
I'll leave you in peace.
Oh well, I guess I will not make the offer then. Then again, how much are your dignity and self-worth worth (on top of the G)? It's not like I would ask you to do something you dont like and I am sure you would enjoy it.
Just wondering...
Dog: Okay..but it sounds bloaty.
Waves: wondering....what?
$1,000 + Vodka + Party Girl = ????
P: My ass up in the air saying, "spank it, spank it!"
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