Today was a bad day. The third in a row. If we’re counting, my hosting company has let my customers down four times. Four overnight downs.
2 fir mail, and twice for web but I only actually remember web once before.
In any case, I’ve been caught using the same excuse twice, which was a stupid mistake. If you asked me my best skills ir talents, it would have to be, I don’t mind calming the beast that is sometimes
I stopped. I don’t need a mental image of anger. I try my best to avoid it, which this time was out ifcfear.
I admit I am not on my game. It no longer gives me pleasure to help and assist. My curtness has been an issue. I am vulnerable and I tend to make promises as absolutes on things I have no control over.
In fear if reaction, I answer with optimistic time lines because I have faith in our world.
I set myself up to have to apologise over and over. Do I secretly like failing? That idea has been tallied about.
Ding. Firsties. Tallied
Certsinty and confidence 65%
I have blown trust and crossed into insincere
If handled with confidence rather than stammering almost whiney apologies.
I did almost everything wrong with my two most loyal customers.
Its almost guilt sabotage. We need confident jeff to explain what I’ve done now.
Option. Hosting with greengeeks with a support contract with me.
I have developed a nervous way of flipping my lips when I go to bed and take my dental work out. I now sleep half the night with teeth in to avoid it.
I found a radio station that’s pretty cool to masturbate to. Frisky.
Found it playing in thevKeyhole club in Second life and now I have the app. Rave beats ti justvstroke or dance to.
I once had a star sex to dubstep on weed and it was glorious