The universe is conspiring against me. Or is it?
The Photographer was supposed to be in town this weekend, starting tonight. Yesterday he received a strange email from a guy claiming to be a restauranteur in Cape Breton. The guy apparently wanted him to come out and shoot the interior of his restaurant... for $3,500. The catch? He needs him this Friday. ARGH!
So we were trying to determine whether or not the dude was legit, and The Photographer seemed to be deciding that he would go, under certain conditions, but he wasn't entirely sure.
This morning I checked my email and found one from him saying that his ride to Montreal had bailed on him, so it looked like he was going to take a chance on this restaurant guy. ARGH!
But if he's making that kind of cash from a one-day thing, that means he can splurge on what he termed an 'extended fornication vacation.' So at this point I'm hoping the dude *is* legit, cus a week of hot sex is even better than just a weekend of hot sex.
Does the universe conspire against me, or is it secretly working to my advantage, putting off immediate happiness for a more distant, but longer-lasting happiness? I guess we'll only know when the money's in the bank.
I sent The Photographer 3 stipulations for my forgiveness:
1. That he use the money to fly out here immediately upon finishing the shoot, or
2. That he use the money to come out next weekend, for sure, no excuses. Which means that
3. He will have to help kaffeine and her Man Friend move.
I feel that if he satisfies these conditions, I will be able to grant my forgiveness. But if any other unexpected circumstances come up to prevent him from coming to town AGAIN, I will be extremely put out.
And now to get the hell out of this Second Cup, cus the AC is broken.
Hey... I guess this means I could go to the SGMTL picnic this weekend...
The Photographer was supposed to be in town this weekend, starting tonight. Yesterday he received a strange email from a guy claiming to be a restauranteur in Cape Breton. The guy apparently wanted him to come out and shoot the interior of his restaurant... for $3,500. The catch? He needs him this Friday. ARGH!
So we were trying to determine whether or not the dude was legit, and The Photographer seemed to be deciding that he would go, under certain conditions, but he wasn't entirely sure.
This morning I checked my email and found one from him saying that his ride to Montreal had bailed on him, so it looked like he was going to take a chance on this restaurant guy. ARGH!
But if he's making that kind of cash from a one-day thing, that means he can splurge on what he termed an 'extended fornication vacation.' So at this point I'm hoping the dude *is* legit, cus a week of hot sex is even better than just a weekend of hot sex.
Does the universe conspire against me, or is it secretly working to my advantage, putting off immediate happiness for a more distant, but longer-lasting happiness? I guess we'll only know when the money's in the bank.
I sent The Photographer 3 stipulations for my forgiveness:
1. That he use the money to fly out here immediately upon finishing the shoot, or
2. That he use the money to come out next weekend, for sure, no excuses. Which means that
3. He will have to help kaffeine and her Man Friend move.
I feel that if he satisfies these conditions, I will be able to grant my forgiveness. But if any other unexpected circumstances come up to prevent him from coming to town AGAIN, I will be extremely put out.
And now to get the hell out of this Second Cup, cus the AC is broken.
Hey... I guess this means I could go to the SGMTL picnic this weekend...
you give us way too much credit, it was just me, a banana and the sock you dropped behind the washing machine three months ago.
it doesn't take a whole lot of conspiring to get to you