*yawn* damn weed eatin’ bitches
I was up super late last night, but got woken up at 10 something by our neighbor weed eating his yard. UGH! Now I’m slurping down coffee, hoping it wakes me up a little bit.
YUCK, my cat just came in and rubbed its cold, wet nose all over my ankle. EW
Work seems to be back to normal, thank God. Today is the last day of one of the best weeks I’ve had in the past year, best overall if you count the fact that most of the money was actually money, not gift cards. Most of my record breaking weeks happen because of large gift cards.
Because money’s been so good, I’ve been sticking close to home and taking advantage of it. I’ve had some great calls lately, thanks to everyone who has been keeping me happy!
I got one last night that was for the books though. Dude calls on my role playing line, has a crazy accent that makes it really hard to understand him and pretty much just asks me to repeat back to him stuff that was getting weirder and weirder. Well, I’m not a programmable robot, so finally I told him no. He flips out and leaves me bad feedback (of course), but I really don’t care. I’d rather get bad feedback every once in awhile than force myself to endure bizarre calls like that one.
I think the last thing he was trying to make me repeat was that I couldn’t wait for him to squirt his dirty jizm between my titties. Sorry, no. What’s funny is that he put in the feedback that I wouldn’t say “titties”, so I wasn’t “anything goes”. Well, I’m NOT anything goes and he didn’t call on an “anything goes” listing anyway. I don’t have a problem saying titties in general, though I think it’s kind of silly. I just don’t like people telling me exactly what to say, I think it’s rude. Give suggestions, but don’t feed me lines.
I honestly believe that my performance on the phone is a step above average…maybe even two or three steps. Some chick who just started and is desperate for money might put up with a guy like that for a couple of bucks, but I don’t need to. Maybe that means that I deserve one star feedback every once in awhile…I’m not the “Burger King” of phone sex. You can’t have it your way, no substitutions! haha just kidding.
I’ve been watching a lot of movies lately and having bad luck! The Reader, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, Up, the new Night at the Museum, the new Underworld, He’s Just Not That into You, New in Town….blah, hated all of them. We watch a lot of movies this time of year since tv is all reruns.
I’m kind of limited on activities between calls. I do house work, garden, read a lot, surf the internet, work out, cook, etc. but get interrupted a lot when I’m here and working. Watching a movie or a tv show is the easiest (next to reading) thing to “pause” when I get a call I guess. I had one asshole bitch at me cause I mentioned in an email that I signed out to watch “So You Think You Can Dance” and he asked me if all I ever do is watch tv. Nope! I do lots of stuff.
Wow, got so busy on the phone that a few hours have gone by. Coffee’s long gone, had pasta for lunch and now I’m thinking about going to get my nails done. I need to clean the kitchen too. BOO. Wish I had a slave who could come clean it FOR me! *wink*
Talk to you soon!
