Pay You, Pay Me PayWEE Together...

Dear Most Gracious Readers,

If you were ever so kind as to read this blog, I sincerely thank-you.


While job searching online I came across what has been referred to as "Ye pot of gold". 

These are internet sites that promise work if you subscribe to their service.  Suddenly this song came to mind "PAY YOU PAY ME   PAY US TOGETHER.....NATURALLY..." (Say you say me by Lionel Richie).

I pay them--They give job.  Pay for a job...  I feel like I'm getting ready to get on a stripper pole.

This is brilliant!!!

It can not fail!!!!

I knew that chocolate cake (discussed in yesterdays blog)  would come through for me!!
That cake reset, my whole purpose for creating this blog in the first place.

Now I AM Focused.

My brain is screaming  from the high sugar content of the funeral cookies that were served at the shelter.  My hands cramped and my lungs are heavy right now!!!

LOOK AT THIS!!!! LOOK UP THERE!      JOB!!!

I also ran into a website for writers.  They pay for online writing content.  I have to pay them first too!!!

This idea light bulb is so bright, I can't look at it!! I brain hurts so bad right now but and i'm going to use my 'crazy' to buy  myself some employment!!

I didn't take the job at the lumber yard because i'm scared! '

Ok so, on to researching ye pot of gold!

Sincerely,

Limmie Boyd

Million Dollar Cake!!!

Dear Counselor,


I just ate a cake called the "million dollar cake".  Its a cake so rich that you would want to take slice of it and rub it all over your body while bathing in a tub of Godiva brand hot chocolate with a smooth rich delicate vanilla bean creme with marshmallows.

This cake inspires me to become a rich black woman!! 

This cake makes me feel loved, wanted and needed by the most sexually seductive muscle'y, wealthy, and most romantic God-fearing handsome, successful and perfect man or woman that God ever created. 

This cake make me pretty and gives me value from the inside out.

This cake has healing properties.

(The picture is not of the actual cake. This is...)

This cake is just full of inspiration, ideas, creativity, blood, sweat and tears.  If I could become an architect, id build it a chapel and ask it to marry me.

There is an idea and a blueprint for solving problems in that cake.  Through this cake, I will get off of the street and into my career.  Doors will open and I will find the path that will lead me to the information need to get my life back!!!

NOW....Offfff to the lumbar YYYYYAAAARRRRD!!!!

  Well folks,  This is the next phase of recovery.  Slave labor...

This type of work is really all that I can find!  It's all that I am qualified to do.  It is all that I am good for.  Tagging lumber.  I've been so far an accountant, a medical professional, a police officer and a teacher.  Nothing sticks.  However,  I refuse to give up hope.  Someone will see me as an asset and will hire me.  

Eating this cake also leaves me a little frustrated because it does not match my homeless environment. 

It's good to treat yourself a little while life beats me down to the holes in my socks.

On another subject,  The holiday season is also a season for predators and scam artists to do what they do best. GET MONEY!  I'm not allowed to participate so i'm going to sit here and watch the people watching me.  I going to read the emails the read "Approved Resume" that claim that i am qualified to do something for their unnamed company.  I'm going to avoid the hiring events that are used for entrapment and the private investigators that refuse to acknowledge the pardon that I was given from my past. 

Be safe loves!

Sincerely,

Limmie

Can I Rub Your Feet?

Dear Readers,

There is a such thing as decorum ... Right?  (Hold that thought)

  I almost lost my virginity during my last interview.

That lady really pulled on me.

Ok... confession.  I believe in animal instinct.  Humans are animals, however, should we ever forgo our need for good behavior, society would destroy itself on a much violent pace.

This is how the interview went:

 *She started by saying that I was qualifed.

She asks questions..
Then
           By the end of the interview, that went well so I thought, I was told that I'm "very articulate" and "very kind" over and over again.  Also, ive never done anything that ive said I've done.
...and I'm so kind.

OMG what??

I went home, did some YouTube erobics, made myself laugh at my lack of coornation, then I put on my leggings like my momma would, and walk around downtown with my bird legs.

I'm sexy dammit!!

This was not really a job worth fighting for so, I move on...

I wanted to dominate her so bad...

I'm not digging the psychological warfare!!!!

I wanted to rub her feet and feed her marshmallows.

 Oh yes, to finish my first thought, I behaved as a mature adult should. I think, therefore I decorumed!!


Sincerely,

Limmie Boyd

(Strong women can do more when we work together)
(She messed me up)