So here we are, the rollercoaster of my life. The past year has been a whirlwind—Greece, the Greek islands, Barcelona, Madrid, Northern and Southern Italy, France, Sicily, and the UK. Was I trying to find myself? Or just living it up? Honestly, it doesn’t matter. The trip to the UK was no accident, though. My bestie Asha was selling out every damn venue she played, and I couldn’t miss her at Glastonbury. That’s one memory I needed to lock in.
So now that I’ve crammed all that into the biggest nutshell, here’s the deal: I’m playing catch-up in every corner of my life. Lately, I’ve been dabbling on Etsy. If you’ve been keeping up with my blog, you know I don’t give a rat’s ass about making money off these tees. It’s all about unleashing my creativity. But here’s the kicker—I’m selling tees without breaking a sweat on the technical crap like SEO and descriptions. Maybe I just needed to prove to myself that I could pull it off, like the little engine that could.
Where do I go from here? Hell if I know. I’m probably going to take a breather after putting up some holiday shirts. To be honest, I’m exploring a business proposition. I’ll fill you in on that if I decide to move forward. And yes, I’ll definitely keep writing my never-ending pro dom book—might even resell the old editions I yanked from bookstores a decade ago after people started recognizing me from TV.
But let’s get real for a minute—there’s always that one asshole. Some stupid bitch changed her review from 5 stars to 2, whining about the Gildan 5000 being "tough material." Well, guess what, asshole? I design the shirts, I don’t print them—that’s Printify’s job. And those Gildan 5000 tees are rated 9.2 by millions. I bet if I’d put the design on a Bella Canvas for 5 bucks more, you wouldn’t have said shit. You’re probably one of those people who wears something once and then returns it. Do you really think that 4-dollar profit makes a dent in my world? Go shop your sorry ass somewhere else. I just hate assholes, and I’m feeling my dom side flare up from her stupidity. Out of spite, I’m going to relist it at the Bella Canvas price after she returns it, because I know she loves it. She probably wore it once, realized it was too tight, and couldn’t admit her mistake. Nope, she’s not welcome back in my domain. She’s definitely one of those dishonest poker players in the game I’m still learning.
Okay, now that I’ve fully unloaded, let’s talk about something more uplifting. I learned how to do my own Botox—super excited about that! Lucky to have a close friend who’s a Botox nurse. We play around a lot, and I’m talking serious play—the kind where you take your blood, spin it in a centrifuge, and inject the stem cells back into your face. Love the beauty play, and that ties into that biz opportunity I mentioned earlier.
Oh, and the other exciting news—my daughter went to Ireland to sword fight internationally and got knighted. Not sure what that’ll get her—maybe some free tea and scones—but who cares? She got to explore her roots and achieve something pretty rare. Just picture this: a stunning green-eyed, red-headed, big-bosomed woman taking down men with her armor, shield, and sword. Doesn’t get better than that.
Anyway, I’ve had a few shots of limoncello from Sicily, so I’m headed for a bubble bath and bed, but it’s been fun stopping by. BTW, I accidentally erased the comments from my last posts while redoing the website—no bad intentions, just a mistake. Bye for now!
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