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And this, and that, and this.

February 9th, 2011

The monthly round up of shit I did on other people’s websites will be along shortly. I’m rather behind in my writing because I’m a slacker. No, that’s not true. I’m behind because I’ve got so much writing to do, and I’m trying to make sure I’m taking time away. It’s not working out so well. A little time on Saturdays is about it.

We have a new neighbor, and he has got to be the most bizarre person I’ve ever met. Though when I say “met”, I mean it in the loosest term of the word. As I was walking in, He came out the front door to look through the window, though why is anyone’s guess since he has windows facing the front of the house from which you can see more of the road. I know because our front windows are directly above his, and at one point in time, I actually liked one of the people who lived beneath us. For about five minutes. The new neighbor was on the phone, but he was nice enough to say hello, rather than ignore me. 

He moved in a few weeks ago, and I think he’s been home 5 times. And only 2 of those were to sleep. Which, I mean, whatever. I kind of expected something like that, since the landlord told us he has a billion jobs. But when he comes home, he always FLIPS THE FUCK OUT. Slamming doors, and stomping around, and… And I don’t get it. ~shrug~

He almost always goes in alone, regardless of how he gets here. And he always makes a shitload of noise.

Master made me squirt all over his fingers the other night. I’m talking gushing. Jesus Christ does that man know how to work a pussy.

I? Absolutely love my new job. And I’m good at it. That’s not just me tooting my own horn. There’s stats to back that shit up.

Oh… I never told you what I do, huh? I tend to forget not everyone reads me everywhere. Or that there are some people who not only aren’t addicted to Twitter, but don’t even have one. (I know. I personally think that’s blasphemy. But what do I know, eh?)

So… I get paid to… You’re never going to believe me. Along with being a paid writer, and being given the lead journalist position on Sex Feed, I now get paid to sit in front of my computer and putz around on social networking sites. Eden Cafe’s social networking sites, to be exact. So you can find me on their Facebook page, their Tumblr, and their Twitter, now. I still don’t have a personal Facebook, and won’t be sharing my work one here. Sorry guys. If you happen to find me, please pretend you don’t know it’s me. I’m not trying to be an asshole, I’m just trying to avoid anyone from my past from connecting the dots. I’m sure you understand.

And you’re saying, “But Rayne… Anyone can find out who you are if they find this website. Your face is all over it.” You’re right about that. But nobody I’m worried about can find any of the websites I belong to by searching for the name they know me by. I’m pretty much a needle in a hay stack. I don’t know why I’m worried that connecting my site to my work account would be trouble. Maybe it’s that whole six degrees of separation thing.

Apparently, I can be paid to promote Facebook after all. It’s amazing what a person will do when their safety is the motivation. We probably could continue to live here, just barely scraping by on what M makes, but I want out. And now? I still don’t really care for the site, but I  love my job, and part of the description is Facebook.

There was something else I was going to talk about that I thought was really important, but I can’t remember what it was.

Yep. It’s gone. I guess that’s it.


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