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WORDS: 233 | 21.11.07 | 0 | , ,

Well, I’ve just joined up over at Blogvertise, which is a blogger-driven marketing service in which bloggers, like moi, get the opportunity to review products and services from advertisers and give our honest opinions about them on our personal blogs.

I’m excited about this, because a lot of pay-to-blog services require only one hundred percent positive posting which is why I refused to join many said websites that I’d been to, simply because I’m not going to lie to my visitors - and Blogvertise doesn’t want me to, either. They’re website claims that I, the blogger, may post whatever I want to post about the product, service, ect. that I’m asked to post about, which means if it’s something I’m ethically against I can say that, if I love it I can say that to, if I think it’s dangerous, if I don’t like the color, if it seems impractical or even too practical - I can say whatever I think and still make money for my opinion. How can you beat that? Not even with a stick, that’s how, lol.

Of course, I am given a time limit in which to complete these opportunities, so I do have some restrictions but I’m not all that worried about that - I’ve got a lot of sheer determination, and that’s easily the best spice for someone starting out in a venture like this. Wish me luck!

I say PEW to it! »
WORDS: 160 | 02.06.07 | 0 | , ,

Stupid, piece of crap house! Why do you insist on falling apart when you know damn well I have no money to fix you’re stupid ass?

First of all, as you probably know from my other blogs, the house I live in is a piece of butt fudge that can’t be dealt with in any sort of normal capacity, but now it’s gone too damn far. The hose ( yes, hose, as in garden hose ) we use to connect the washing machine to the kitchen sink so that it’ll, you know, wash things has started to strip the adaptor, twistie turnie thingie it uses to hook onto the sink - which means that you now have to tie a piece of plastic shopping bag around it or water spews all over the damn sink.

On top of that the dryer blows the fuses in the basement every three seconds, so nothing ever gets dry, either - I fucking hate this place.

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