Get $25 for signing up. Send money for free. Receive money for free. Dump the money to your bank account for free.

Like PayPal, but better. I did a bit of reading on it, and it's legit.

Oh yeah, and if you click on that button up there to sign up, I get $10. ^_^

I would really love to see this thing do well - if only to show the people at PayPal that they just can't keep raising their fees all the time, and screwing people with their "protection policies", and just keep getting away with it.

She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College
That's where I caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola
She said "fine"
And then in 30 seconds time she said
"I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you"
Well what else could I do?
I said "I'll see what I can do"
I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why
but I had to start it somewhere
so it started there
I said "pretend you've got no money"
but she just laughed
and said "oh you're so funny"
I said "Yeah
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure
you want to live like common people
you want to see whatever common people see
you want to sleep with common people
you want to sleep with common people like me?"
But she didn't understand
she just smiled and held my hand
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'cos when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it all
yeah
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance and drink and screw
because there's nothing else to do
Sing along with the common people
Sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along although they're laughing at you
and the stupid things that you do
because you think that poor is cool
Like a dog lying in a corner
they will bite you and never warn you
Look out
they'll tear your insides out
'cos everybody hates a tourist
especially one who thinks
it's all such a laugh
yeah and the chip stain's grease
will come out in the bath
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere else to go
You are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright
whilst you can only wonder why
Rent a flat above a shop
Cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
Pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
'cause when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your dad he could stop it all
yeah
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do whatever common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance and drink and screw
'because there's nothing else to do
I want to live with common people like you.....


OMG SHATNER!!!

We put Stimpy to sleep. She was going downhill fast, and I wasn't about to let her suffer.

I miss her.

i wanted a separate LJ to promote my Etsy store, so here it is!!

And now i'm going upstairs because it's late and i'm cold! LOL!

Apologizing in advance for the spam on all of your friends pages. *grin*

It's time for my business' annual Open House this coming Sunday, December 4th, from noon to 4 pm.

If you are in Western New York, I'd love for you to stop by! (I'd love it even more if you bought something, lol).  I will have all of my soaps, lotions, bath & body, and soy wax candles available for purchase.

If you aren't local, from now until 11:59 pm on Sunday, you can use the discount code openhaus to get 10% off your entire order (except for shipping).

You can visit my website, Martinsville Emporium, for more details or to order. You can also order in advance if you're local, and choose the "Local Pickup" option, and I'll have your order packed and ready for you!

Thanks!!!

General notice to all the attention whores, drama queens, and gossip mongers.

i have a feeling that you're all watching my LJ with baited breath, waiting for me to say something about all this crap that has been going on over the past month.

( Well go change your panties, 'cause i am about to speak, and i know you're just going to cream yourselves. )

i took this guinea pig out of its cage because it was being overwhelmed by all these baby guinea pigs that weren't supposed to be there, and i was happily carrying it around for a while, but when it was time to put it back i couldn't find the cage. So i'm wandering around this gigantic pet store and there were lots of cages of other guinea pigs, but i couln't find the right one. And finally i asked someone else there, "Where did the cage with all the baby guinea pigs go?" and the woman said to me "Oh, those? They all devoured each other".

i've been pondering that dream all day.

And now i understand what it means.

If you don't want to donate through this organization, find a different one. Check your place of employment to see if they are matching funds. The situation grows worse by the hour, folks. Remind your friends and family to donate too. Even if you just add $1 to your bill at Wegmans, it will help.

what flavor pocky are you?

[c] sugardew

When i took that last, i wasn't even Pocky. Interesting what the Synth has done to me.

i lost a stick of butter.

i put it on the counter to soften so that i could put it in my new butter dish, came back a couple hours later, and it was gone. The whole thing, including the wrapper. i don't know if Stimpy got it or not. i don't see how she could have dragged off an entire stick of butter and eaten it, wrapper and all.

I GOT MY DOLLY!!!! Her name is Loli Dolly. i am happy. *grin*

The Daughter kept bugging us all night - totally unprovoked by me, i swear it! - wanting me to open the box. For two hours, every 10 minutes. She was carrying the box around and talking to it. And of course the first thing out of her mouth when i opened it was "Kawaii!!"

Heh, yeah, she's my daughter. *grin*

i was all excited to eat this sesame chicken noodle bowl that i got at Wegmans yesterday.

It tastes like styrofoam.

*sob*

And on top of that, it's hot out, and i have a headache on the left side of my head. The Son is babbling stuff about Metroid Prime at me, while covering himself and the table with soup spray.

Oh well. At least this raspberry hazelnut salad dressing is good.

But if you have not seen this one, you are missing out!

http://www.livejournal.com/users/iharthdarth/5566.html

from here

Dear Tom Cruise,

Your lack of belief in the existence of clinical depression tells me one thing: you didn’t spend $10. to see War Of The Worlds. If vitamins can possibly help me out of this spiraling funk, please let me know which ones. Dinos? Pebbles? Freds?

Please, I’m crying out for help.

Alton Brown

Bloodwork this morning; 2 hour glucose test and a bunch of other stuff. The vein in my right arm decided to play hide and seek for the last jab, so now my arm looks like it was attacked by a baby vampire with three teeth. i'm surprised the bruising isn't worse than it is.

New cabinets for the kitchen are in the garage now. Don't know when Daddy's going to get them installed. i really like the countertop we picked out, and not just because the pattern is called "Graveyard of the Atlantic".

So i'm done with shows for the summer. This feels odd. Now i can plan for the fall. And i simply MUST finish that application for Xmas in the Country this week. Hopelessly nervous about that one. It's just such a huge show...and one i will not be able to do alone. But at least i'll be able to pay anyone who wants to work it. *grin*

i really, really want to sew something, but i don't know what. i would also love to do a Girl's Night Out again very soon - maybe not this weekend, though. Anyone up for it Saturday night? Doesn't have to be out to a club, although my knee is up to dancing. *grin*

Yes, my knee has finally gotten better, to the point where it only bothers me when i roll over funny in bed or kneel on it for longer than 3 seconds. It's only been since November, but at least i'm not in pain anymore.

*reads over everything* Now i feel like my life is trivial again.

*sigh*

Y'know what? i think humans are never happy with what they have. We always seem to want more than what we have. And then we agonize over what we don't have. Where's the point in this? Why do we do this to ourselves? i find myself again looking at my life and realizing that most people would think it's perfect (or darn close to it). i have Chris, i have The Kids, my family, my house, my friends, money in the bank...i have a lot more than most of my friends. And i am grateful, incredibly so.

And yet i still feel restless to an extent. i want....something.

How can i want something when i don't know what it is?

Meh. Enough, already.

i'm starting to think i should not have an open house in 2 weeks.

It took me hours to get the graphic done, most of that searching for the stupid disk with the font on it that i wanted to use. Finally broke down, hooked up a regular keyboard to my desk PC and did the graphic. Printed out the graphic on 10 sheets of regular paper (for attaching to cork boards and the like) and 20 on card stock to mail out to my mailing list.

i come down to collect the printouts and the Phaser wants to be fed. Now i love my printer, but it's a solid ink (aka wax) printer and it's not cheap to feed. And i am not going to feed it off-brand wax because that's one of the top reasons for service calls (the other one is moving it without shutting it down).

OK, fine, i have enough of these printed out for now. So i go to print on the other side with the laser printer.

And...um...yeah. Let's just say that the laser printer is too, um, warm inside for the wax.

Yeah.

I quick printed out a 12 page catalog and i think all the wax is now out of the paper path.

But yeah, an open house? Maybe not....

So i'm not having the best of days today. The Son dumped yogurt on my wireless keyboard yesterday, and it's shot. Several keys are not working, two of which are in my password, so i can't even log on. Which means i can't make the postcards for the open house i was thinking about having later this month, because Photoshop doesn't work on my laptop for some reason. (i could do it in Word but i will probably have a bald spot by the time i'm done if i do it that way.)

i never did get that soap made this week because the kids refused to come out to the barn and i am not comfortable leaving them in the house by themselves while i'm up on the second floor of the barn. Not to mention that Daddy is in the middle of putting up the paneling in my shop and there's no room to work up there anyway.

Then this morning i started getting all paranoid about where we're going to get the money to pay for the addition, and were are we going to find a builder that will actually work with us and not blow us off, and i really feel like we need to start working on this NOW 'cause the bankruptcy falls off our credit report next November...

But worrying about all this feels so shallow now.

Got an email through one of my soapmaking lists that the husband of one of the local soapmakers slipped on the dock yesterday and basically broke his neck. So far there's no sign of paralysis, so we're all hoping he'll be ok.

Not to mention the bombings in London yesterday.

i have so much - my Daddy, my kids, my family, my friends. These are what are truly precious to me. i have a roof over my head, food in the fridge, and money in the bank. i have more than enough, and i try to help those who need it. So i am grateful.

But i still need a new keyboard. *grin*