Overload

Things have yet again became quiet aroud here as I took over 2 jobs for a couple of weeks, it left we a little knakered but fortunately i had the accidental foresight to book next week off, this should give me chance to catch up, get my affairs in order and start posting properly again.

I am working pretty hard to get my own business underway at the moment, curerntly bringing in a regular $350 a month. In the near future I am looking to expand that to around $4000, quit my job and relax a lot more :p

In the interim however I will keep my job on the go and focus on my work outside of the ol' office hours!

I have however been interested in the current governments throw money at everything approach.

Instead of say, reducing taxes and fuel duty, simplifying taxation rules to cut abck on red tape and allow businesses to grow again we instead seem to be throwing billions of pounds that has appeared from nowhere in a futile attempt to save the economy.

In my eyes though this not only simply stalls the problem but severely amplifies it, what happens when the £500 billion runs out, throw 1000 billion pounds at the economy instead?

The market needs to crash, everything has become too expensive, it will crah, normalise and grow again, its what the market does.

With our current idiotic financially incompetent ministers in charge though Australia is looking evermore attractive.

Workload

As some of you may or may not know I turneed my side job as a freelance writer into a personal career move to write for my own websites. This has proved... Tiring.

I have one website now on course for my £2 a day target that I want all my websites to reach, thats one down and 19 to go till I can quit my day job and take the writing up full time in an attempt to make some very decent money out of this as well.

Tonight however I suffered from something thtat is a rarity for me.. Writers block. I had all the information I needed, i reread the subject and then sat down to write. Nothing came out at all. For nearly 6 hours I have been sat here, unable to write about a subjeect I familiarised myself with.

It may be because I am just absolutely knakered, infact I really hope it is. If this turned into a long term problem it really would scupper my plans of leaving the working world behind and travelling the world.

Fortunately I am pretty certain it is temporary, my words seem to be flowing well enough now I am not thinking too hard about it. Maybe a week or two break is in order, since 18 hour working days are probably not the best thing for anyone!

Two Vaginas

I have noticed a worrying trend while analysing my web stats. I have a consistent, regular and all over worryingly high number of visitors who search for phrases including the words 'three testicles' This is most likely to do with my post entitled Il have kidney, liver and three testicals.

Therefore I have decided to name this post Two Vaginas, im not fussy about the kind of visitors I receive at the moment, hell ild just be happy to receive a visitor. So to the sick bastard who is hoping for a mutated woman who could quite possibly be on the blob for TWO WEEKS! out of the month, you have been mislead into increasing my hit count by one, I think I speak for all when I say Mwoahaahahahaha.

In other news I have been off alcohol for two weeks now with only two exceptions. First off was the success of our pub quiz team, this entitled each of our members to a free pint, huzzah. No man could turn this down.

The second was when my flat mate snuck some vodka into my coke, I thought it tasted funny. I think he wanted to get me relaxed a bit for introduction to one of his, admittedly quite fit mates, unfortunately im still reeling from the break up of a 7 month relationship. This left me not really wanting to be chatting up the girl and completely lacking in my random patter which is the staple base of any good chat up. She had a cute brunette mate though, much more my type at the moment, I went off the dolled up look a long time ago.

It seems kind of weird. I used to love the long legged blondes, would chase them to hell and back. This lasted so long that even now when people ask what kind of girls I like, my automatic reaction is just to say tall blondes. This was a bit of a sticking point with me and my ex, I told her blondes, just when she asked I replied automatically, and how do you change your mind on a subject like that with your then girlfriend?

She mentioned several times how she was not my type, when she infact was. Maybe I should have corrected myself, but it would have looked too much like I was schmoozing. I like women who are naturally beautiful, not dolled up, just perfect the way they are.

Although cute brunettes do do it for me. I think its the eyes, I fucking love eyes, I don't know why.

I could go into a rant similar to Jeff of coupling here, 'but I don't collect eyes, its not like I have an eye bucket or anything, that would be mental' But the fact of the matter is when I looked into my ex's eyes my heart melted. Damn im a soft touch, another casualty to the new found world of metro sexuality. Again the ex's fault, I never used to be this much of a pussy.

Think that's today's ramble over.