I Need Work Lament

Originally, I was going to bitch how I need more work. And the truth is, I still do. But I do not need to bitch, at least not at the current moment. Well, o.k., that is a lie. Technically I could bitch about one particular thing, design wise, if I wanted, but when I really start to think about it, I have calmed down enough to where I am no longer fuming from every pore of my body. Yes, it takes a lot for me to get to that level, and it dose not happen often, but man, when it does, watch out, as I am not a pleasant person. BTW, I do not like getting to that point at all.

As for needing more work. It seems to be slowly, but surly starting to mold into what will hopefully be a successful and prosperous leap into the freelance design world. I have also managed to meet more people in the design realm of major fashion companies - exactly the direction I want to go in - graphics for apparel and gaining a better understanding of designing apparel. I already have ideas floating around as to what things I want to design and make. Now it is just time to implement.

HA! O.k., so this lament has turned into a positive thing. Guess I needed to just say the word to realize that it is not really that bad. Just not 100% where I want and need it to be just yet.

CREEPER!!!!

In the last few days I have been what I consider bombarded with strange, unexpected and eerie emails. It is quite un-nerving and everytime I open my email I am faced with either A) A creepy email or B) A dread that I will have a creepy email. It totally blows. I have no idea what to do about it. I haven't responded, and I certainly don't plan to. All I can say is, please, please, STOP emailing me. It's NOT flattering. It's NOT cute. NO, I DON'T want virtual roses. You are a creeper (and yes, that means you're creepy).

After forwarding a friend about it, asking if there was a way to block certain people from emailing you on that particular server, they sent me a response which included a youtube clip. A creeper of a different form. It is a good example of why, if interested or not, you get their number, instead of giving yours.