This week the temps have been high! Anything over 70 Degrees is hot to me. I'm walking around in my panties cause I can't afford to have the air conditioner on. I hate to sweat unless there's a good reason for it. Been looking for money to go to school, as you know and I'm not much closer to my goal of $3000. Dang! My fund-raising skills are poor. I know that's not much money, and I should have it come easily to me, my manifesting skills are weak right now it seems. My Aunt used to say, "God's delays are not God's denials" but in this case he just doesn't seem to care about my needs, or my wants. My guardian angel must have flown the coop, too. Been hitting the bricks trying to find work to raise the money and I think I'm living in the most depressed city I've ever lived in. I went to a job interview, a factory job and they told me over 350 people had come in for that one job, a minimum wage job, by the way and one without health insurance.
There's nothing quite like going out in the heat looking for work. Getting all sweaty. Pretending like you have the experience working in whatever ridiculous career you're applying for. Using your best method acting technique to express how thoroughly passionate you are about becoming an disposable employee in their shyster company. I used to be so great. I used to be somebody. I used to make six figures a year. I'll be lucky if I make four this year. What happened to me? Is it even me? Has America changed that much? How am I going to support a family? How will I ever buy a house? How will I ever be able to retire? Who will ever find it in their heart to marry me now? I've rewritten my resume, I'm guessing over 120 times, because I can see just on my desktop 38 versions. Once, there was the truth in my resume, but I've whittled it down so much in the hopes I'll catch a break, that now they are just lies. All lies! I really should be a best-selling writer, because my latest resumes, written in fear of starving, written in hope of survival, is full of fiction. One is forced to lie to survive. That's not the world I want to live in! Just need to catch a break, a breather, a momentary pause in the financial crisis my life has become and get some help so I can go to this school and kick-start my life in the right direction. Then money will be coming in, I can buy a car that runs properly, get a house, get married, save some money, retire and be happy... It's the 19th and I haven't paid rent yet. The stress is so bad on me now, I have developed a shake in my hands. I could use an ice cold shake, chocolate, please. But no, I shake. It has to be the stress, right? Love getting mail, got my package out of the box, it's huge, big book, a publisher sent it for a radio interview, it's about the "G-Spot!" How to give women ultimate pleasures, multiple orgasms, the whole thing! Now I want to put the stuff I mastered to good use! I need to try it out now! Anyone? That would be some stress reliever! But who would want to bang this quivering wreck of a man, half man, actually. A real man would have answers, a solution, results, money, and a beautiful woman on his arm! I want to be the kind of man a woman would be proud to call, "my man" or better, her "husband." I want to be a man that could take care of a woman, I got the sexual skills down, just need to be able to afford to buy her new clothes to replace the ones I rip off her beautiful sexy body. Oh, the picture of the girl in case you didn't already know is Karen Gillan who plays Amy Pond on "Doctor Who" and thankfully, the show has been able to distract me from the depression I'm slipping into. Slipping into? I'm swimming, no drowning in depression. My friend Steve doesn't even call it "Doctor Who" anymore. He calls it "The Amy Pond Show!" I thought I'd put this picture up so you'd think this post would be sexy, fun and not the big sad disappointing mess that it is. That I am... Couldn't get into the opening of the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Orlando, but there were no lines for the The Amazing Kreskin Magical Mobile Home! I'd rather see him anyway! I have yet to see a single Potter film, even though 3 cute girls offered to show them all to me in what surely would have been a pajama party marathon! Imagine how hot that would have been, standing in line at that mass of sweaty people in Orlando. No thanks, anyway! I used to work at Walt Disney World® and I know how muggy and hot and miserable it can get there! I wish I had magic powers! I'd manifest the $3000 so I could go to school and start getting myself back up to where I once was financially and maybe beyond and if you think that's possible, let's all just clap our hands! Everybody out there who believes in Jerry Lentz, clap your hands, clap 'em loud and clap 'em hard, help keep Jerry alive!
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