burning handjobs for sale.

Today's my dad's birthday. I was glad that I called home in the daytime. The evening calls home always seem so much worse, because my mom has the time to nag me about finding work. She wasn't so bad today; she was more supportive than anything. They've just started that empty nest house renovation phase yesterday. Here comes the huge master bed and bath with a jacuzzi.
I can understand how they can't afford to support me, what with house modifications, Benz payments, my mom's obsession with gold jewelry, and not to mention Liz is still unemployed, as is Billie. All three of their daughters "ain't got no job," as Mr. John Lee Hooker would say. See, now I don't feel so bad because I'm not the only one.
I'm still trying like hardcore. I think in the past two days I've inquired and applied for like 4 or 5 gigs. And I still have a handful of places that I need to send shit to. Ugh.
I should just give Thai massages for rent money. I could; I've got the tiger balm. Or I could save the balm, and just sell sex.

Kidding...well, not totally.