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All of a sudden, I'm popular.

Dec. 7th, 2005 | 09:19 pm
mood: artisticartistic

I started something -- making pixel dolls for use on adult webpages, such as phone girls who want one, etc. I had NO FUCKING IDEA how popular this idea was going to be. 0.o Apparently, the world of PSOs has been salivating for dolls they can use on commercial adult sites -- not 12 hours after I announced my little side business, I have an order for 6 dolls for one girl, a doll embedded in a graphic for another, and more orders yet to be placed that have been proposed to me: a bulk order of 10 dolls for one site, a large-size doll for a logo for another, and an order of animated banners. Plus six or seven girls who immediately popped up and said they would be ordering a doll as soon as I was available again.

At this point, I'm booked up until Tuesday of next week as it is. I'm having a ball though -- the girl I'm drawing for right now is a stone cold hottie, with a tight little stripper's frame, and it's turning out to be easier than I expected to turn her photos into custom bases. I keep having pangs of uncertainty though, but I've shown her what I have so far and she's raved about it. Maybe, just maybe, I might rawk. :)

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my brain hurts.

Dec. 1st, 2005 | 02:35 am
mood: crappycrappy

I just finished and handed off -- well, mostly handed off -- my first site design project to the client. I guess I tend to wrongly assume that most folk are as tech-savvy as I, but no. Oh, world of no. I had to walk her through the simplest things, and I am all stressed out now, can't sleep, clowns will eat me. It got to the point where when the evil little Yahoo IM window in my task bar would flash yellow, indicating that she needed some new question answered, I would visibly twitch. In the end, though, she was thrilled with the result, so I guess that's all that matters.

*twitch*

Once that was done and I was safely logged out and off the clock, so to speak, I poured myself a nice, vodka-heavy bloody mary and played with pixels for a while...I've been hored by another phone girl to make a cute lil cartoon pixel doll of her, and it's a nice change from wrestling with code and questions. I do have about 3 other ladies in line for site designs, but nothing pending at the moment except working on my own blogs and my plans for world domination -- er, I mean, members' sites.

I should go to bed. Tomorrow I shake it like a polaroid picture on cam all day, so my legs and pits are all shaved, my skimpy top and panties are laid out, and hubby has promised to make a stroe run for me in the morning for more cigars. Bed, now, to sleep, I hope.

*twitch*

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what's this ruby on rails shit, anyway?

Nov. 28th, 2005 | 12:43 am
mood: determineddetermined

I need something new to torture myself with. I can code html in my sleep, I'm picking up css scripting by piddling around with my wordpress templates for my work blogs, and I managed to transfer my long-ago-learned video editing skills from a physical editing deck to a digital software editing thingie. So what's next?

Oh, I know! I'll beat my head against some walls for a while trying to learn Ruby On Rails!

Please pray for me.

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I'm so ronerey.

Nov. 26th, 2005 | 06:38 pm
mood: boredbored
music: the kitten snoring behind me

I'm bored. Oh, not because I don't have any work to do -- I don't work the phones on weekends, but I work on client graphics and coding -- but because the work I *do* have is making me want to claw my eyes out and fill the sockets with broken glass. I'm working on cropping, retouching, and watermarking pics, and said pics are: blurrier than a blurry thing from Planet Blur dying of terminal blurry syndrome; badly lit with a flash; and the degree of red-eye in them is...oh god. I want to DIE.

I have NO company this afternoon whatsoever, either. The cats are sacked out like little furry Jonestown victims, and my kiddo has allergies and dosed herself up on antihistamine, so she's wandering around like a classic Romero zombie. Hubby is off at work, and zvi_likes_tv is making herself unreachable by phone, damn her cute little ass. *cries*

It's getting cold out here in the desert, and I can hear the wind howling around my balcony. It sounds just as ronerey as I am. I rented a movie yesterday, for the express purpose of staving off boredom today, but it turned out to suck. "Unborn But Forgotten", is the movie, from the Tartan Asian extreme collection. It's a Korean horror flick that turned out to be a badly-executed "Ringu/Ju-On" clone. Watching my toenails grow was scarier than that movie. I could always throw a GOOD Asian horror movie into the DVD player, but I bought a new player and I haven't gotten around to unlocking all-region play on it yet, so "Battle Royale" and "kairo" are doomed to sit unwatched until I do. And "Sonatine", which I recieved for my birthday from one of my financial slaves, is region one, but I promised I'd wait and watch it with hubby.

Please shoot me. A good sucking chest wound would probably be more fun than sitting here emo-ing about how bored I am.

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I never know what to say in these things.

Nov. 26th, 2005 | 01:37 am
mood: sleepysleepy

I mean, I run off at the mouth on my "business" blogs, where I'm always cute and always sexy-fied and always aware of the whole presentation of myself as a professional fantasy...but when it comes to being more "me" than the me who does phonesex and smiles for the camera, I never know what to say.

Anyway.

I've been meaning to get one of these LJ things anyway. I need to interact, blog-style at least, with people who aren't either A) about to or just finished spooging to my picture or the sound of my voice, or B) are checking out the competition as far as other phonesex operators. Yeah, um, I might have mentioned I do phonesex. And not especially the "oh baby oh baby" kind -- more like the weird, "there are really people who get off to THAT?!" kind. I love my work, I find fetish work a hell of a lot more interesting than straight sex dirty-talkin, and the hours are better. I work in the daytime, when all the kinky executives can close their office door, tell their assistant to hold their calls, and spend 20 or 30 minutes worshipping my feet, getting sat on, eating cigarette butts at my command, or pretending I'm a 1000 foot tall giantess.

I told you I did the weird stuff.

By the by, I'm also mostly here because my lovely girlfriend is here a lot on LJ, and I miss her tasty little self. Smooches, baby. I'm off to bed, I talked myself hoarse earlier pretending to inflate and grow to 16 feet tall on an hour-long call, and my butt is numb from sitting in this chair.

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