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Hott Spot - Watch Free Movies Online - SOLD!

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 23:01:16 +0000

My best site, which happens to be my favourite, has just been sold.

It was my biggest site and it was my best earner.

Hott Spot was just taking off but I had to sell it. I have no time or money to put into this site.

I hope the new owner makes it even bigger and better and continues to provide free videos for everyone to watch.

DigitalPointing.com - SOLD!

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:13:37 +0000

I sold my best blog the other day, DigitalPointing.com I wasn’t going to but I need the cash.

It went for sooo little. I could have gotten better offers but I needed the money quick so I couldn’t afford to wait.

I hate that I sold it for little but I love that I sold it.

So far, I think it’s in the right hands. The new owner has updated it a lot since he bought it.

There are a ton of new posts and a couple of new features.

I hope the DP lovers love the new site.

My enlarged heart.

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 02:06:17 +0000

I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. I’m going in for a physical and getting my heart examed. I had no idea smoking some of the things that I smoke would cause my heart to grow permanently. I had to idea that’s how my dad died…
Another doctor told me that I’ll probably die by the time that I’m thirty, if I’m lucky. If he told me this a year or so ago, I wouldn’t have cared but now I’m scared. I wish I could go back in time and tell that crackhead girl that I had no money to support her habit and it was something that I didn’t want to get into to. I wish I could go back in time and do a lot of things differently.
Anyway, I guess my heart is three times the size as it should be and the veins are squeezed tightly. The only time they’ll release is when I die. The scary thing about that is, it can release anytime and I wouldn’t know blood is coming out of my mouth, nose, eyes, etc. I’ll grip my heart, fall over and die.
Why the hell did I smoke?

A poem someone wrote to me.

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 00:42:49 +0000

Jerlene, Jerlene Jerlene Jerlene
I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
Please don’t take him even because you can
Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jerlene
He talks about you in his sleep
And there’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jerlene
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
Please don’t take him even because you can
Well, I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jerlene
Well, you could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me, Jerlene
I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jerlene
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
I’m begging of you, please don’t take my man
Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene, Jerlene
Please don’t take him even though you can

Work Sucks

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 00:42:26 +0000

I used to love my job. I got fired two years ago and my boss and co-worker brought me back, not to mention I know people in the cooperate office. This job used to be the shit. We were like one huge family. Everything is the polar opposite now.
The new crew has no idea what the meaning of team work is. Most of them are assholes and bitches. There’s one new person that I can easily tolerate; Arlene. Other than her, they all suck, especially the one and (almost) only guy there; Henry. Oh.My.Gosh - HENRY. What an ass.
Anyway, work is starting to really suck. It’s getting to the point where I’m contemplating whether or not I should quit. It’s not that I’m not grateful for my boss and co-worker bringing me back, ’cause I am, but I just can’t stand the new crew. They don’t like me and I don’t like them.
There was one chick that I thought I could get along with and be cool with, but fuck her, too. When someone tells you something and they ask you not to repeat what they just told you to anyone else and you tell them that you won’t MULTIPLE TIMES - DON’T OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! Simple as that, right? Not for her. She has a big fucking mouth and I pretty much want nothing to do with her anymore. I requested to work around her, not with her. So far…nothing’s changed…
We’ll see what happens with this job though. I don’t think I want to stick it out much longer. It’s just unnecessary drama in my life.

6,470,818,671 people in the world.

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 00:41:37 +0000

At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one.

Life Sucks

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 00:39:31 +0000

Recently life has been so difficult. I know it isn’t supposed to be easy but damn if it’s supposed to be this hard.
Things are getting too complicated and I’m having trouble finding a good enough reason for me to want to wake up in the morning.
I spend more than I make, I only have a few friends and my family has their own things going on and we’re becoming more and more distant.
I really hope I don’t pick my old habits back up but I feel like it’s me against the world.
There’s me, and then there’s everybody else.
I’ve never felt so alone…

Funniest Moment

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 00:39:08 +0000

Ok. So Melinda, Christi and I went on the side of our store and smoked some weed. Christi’s done it before but never got stoned. (She got stoned when she smoke with me so I taught this girl how to smoke and gave her her first bowl. I’ve never been prouder. Seriously. It’s the same feeling a parent gets when their baby says their first word or takes their first steps.) Christi couldn’t handle and wanted to leave work.

Christi: I feel sick. I want to go home.
Melinda: You feel sick?
Arlene: Jerlene, what did you give her?
Me: Herpes!
Arlene: Herpes?! That’s dangerous!
Christi: SHHHHHH!!!

I don’t know what possessed me to say I gave Christi herpes but when Arlene said that was dangerous, I just had to roll laugh. Then all I heard was a long “SSHHHH” and that just made my day.

Maybe it was one of those “You had to be there.” moments but it was one of the funniest moments ever. Probably because we were stoned but still - FUNNY!

(We’ll see if I get fired for burning these chicks out.)

It’s like moving mountains…

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 00:38:44 +0000

This is how I see us:

She, she don’t touch me, I don’t touch her
We rarely even ever say a word.
I really want to give her everything she deserves
But the bad took away the good.
She thinks that I’m full of it, arguments, always pissed, man I’m tired
Every kiss that i miss, girl you know I’m trying.
You never believe when I say, and I never believe it when you say
I love you, and I shouldn’t complain about it
I should take it like a man and walk up out it
Cause we will never be the same, ooh.
I’ve been standing in gas, and you have been the flame.

This is how I feel about you:

There’s so much I could say to you, so much I could say about you. I can’t put into words all that I feel though.

I’ll try and give it a shot:

I liked you before I even met you. I came around the store just so I could see you, even if it was just for a second and we didn’t say a word to each other. I just liked seeing you, I still do.
We work together now, see each other everyday and we pretty much have the same schedule. I imagined that I would be able to see you everyday, then it finally happened. I’ve never been so happy. And frustrated at the same time…
Seeing you all the time means seeing you talking to him all the time and as much as I try not to let it bother me, it does, more than you could ever imagine. He seems to make you happy though. You always smile when you talk to him. I guess if you’re happy, I’m happy.
That’s not entirely true. I wish he made you miserable. Maybe then you’d see me, you’d know I was there. Maybe you’d finally figure out how incredible you are and that you deserve better. Of course I don’t want you miserable though.
I want you happy. I just wish it was me putting those smiles on your face.
I think you’re the smartest, kindest, funniest and most beautiful person I have ever met. You’re absolutely amazing.

I just wanted you to know…

Once again…

Jerlene — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 00:38:20 +0000

If you know me, you probably know about the Kristy Friend incident. Well, the same shit is going on with someone else, coincidentally, named Christi. It’s crazy…
If someone fucks you over, what are you supposed to do? Let them get away with it or talk to them about it? Um, talk to them about it, right? That’s exactly what I did.
Okay, so maybe I spoke loudly and said things that I shouldn’t have. Like, “I wanted to beat the shit out of you!” At least I didn’t though.
And the thing about that is, I said I wanted to[as in, that’s just how I felt] not was going to, and I wouldn’t have. I talked to her about how I felt, not threatened her.
This shit is ridiculous.
It’s just frustrating when someone does something fucked up to me and I get the shit end of the stick.