So my occupation is in haitus, and I've yet to come up with a proper plan in order to market my kick-ass skills, and I am unable to self launch due to lack of startup funds, and I've put out some ad to contractors in order to secure proper income: I ply my trade and expand their small business as practice to my own venture. In return, I get a proper wage, and earn a share to a business that was otherwise stilted. Why am I so confident? I'm getting that weird shiver up my spine that's telling

After a frustrating work week putting all my hard earned skills to use, my boss says that he\ll have to wait on making my payment until he covers some business expenses. Again. I've been living like this for months. Granted, the man taught me everything he knows about Drainlaying, and I am very grateful, but I feel like I'm sitting on a very marketable skill that is being undermined, and I am damn good at what I do. Yet, payments are behind, and I've constantly settled on lesser amounts in o

Having no background in programming, and very little graphic design, I was still able to create my very own site with an intact skeletal structure. Like a child who just made a finger painting, I would love to see this posted om my fridge! Thank you WA, for being groovy. :-) http://jonnygulliverstravels.siterubix.com/

Recently, I turned 30. I know. Hard to believe with my boyish good looks and my propensity to laugh a fart joke, but I do have quite a few greys growing out of my head and wrinkles appearing in places previously smooth. I never thought that day would come, yet already it has sped by at an accelerating rate that seems to pick up as time goes by. Does time actually speed up, or does my awareness slow down? The question plagues me and serves as a catalyst that time itself has an inherent value,