I’m notorious for my procrastination skills.

If when I say “notorious,” I mean, “known around my immediate family,” then yes, I’m notorious.

When I do happen to get things done on time, I require copious amounts of congratulations from anyone who witnessed my accomplishment.

I’m needy like that.

I’m like a child who needs constant encouragement to Keep! Doing! Her! Best! so that next time, the same result of an on-time completion will be met.

Hey, at least I know what I need.

I wonder if Patrick knows. If not, he does now.

The point to my story: I procrastinate.

Like right now.

The Shiny is very attractive.

For you, I’m giving you a very attractive Shiny: My face on Superman’s body. Also known as, my Aiming Low post for this week. Hoorah!

Yes, you can request a note from me to give to your supervisor and/or significant other to let them know why you didn’t finish your task for the day because you were busy reading all of my posts here and on Aiming Low.

I’ll get you that note some time next week.

Whoever said this whole making money in the new social media way of the internets was easy is smoking some good serious weed.

I’m not good at policing myself and staying on task. Just ask my dirty floors and piles of unfolded laundry.

Actually, while you’re talking to my floors and laundry, can you ask them to take care of themselves? I’ve raised my girls to the point that they can wipe their own asses and pick out their own clothes, so why can’t these much less evolved inanimate objects fend for themselves?

I digress.

Building an empire takes time apparently. Not that I really want an Empire, cause really, when someone gets any sort of fame and/or success, people just try to tear them down with their jealousness anyways. I can’t deal with people talking about me in any other way than, “Holy crap, did you hear the Awesome stuff Angie is doing these days?” or “OH EM GEE, did you see that adorable dress Angie was wearing? She looks SO hot!” And if you’re saying these things about me behind my back, can you tell them to me to my face? I could use a dose of positive feedback for which to boost my self-esteem lately.

I digress. Again.

My email signature line is growing, and no, that’s not a bad thing, but really, it’s a time-management thing. I’m not good at that part of the “making money online” part of working. Just ask my mom. She’s the one who bought me that video back in high school about getting myself organized. The only thing that really stuck with me was to make a list at the start of my day of everything that needs to get done.

Do you know that I’ve never made a list of the things that need to get done in my day? Ever.

I’m thinking this is the main problem with my get-rich-quick-on-the-internet scheme.

Focus. Planning. Action.

I’ll get to that right after this old episode of True Life is over.

I’m just gonna whine and complain, mkay?

you better truckin say OK or i’ll line your floors with Legos and make you walk around blindfolded. that shit hurts, so let me complain, ALRIGHT?1!

#1 whine: my credit card number was stolen.
I work online and process hundreds of credit cards online every month, so I realize there’s always a risk in buying things online, but now that it’s happened to me, I feel violated. And not the good kind. The worst part is not the fraudulent charges; it’s the fact that I won’t get a new debit card from PayPal for 2-4 weeks. DUDES. 2-4 weeks like like a millennium in card purchasing land. I feel naked. Like someone has all of my left shoes and won’t give them back. fuckers. I spent this morning calling around trying to mess up the mess up and ask for monies from my mommy. And because she’s awesome, she gave me her credit card numbers to make my business purchases. (For the right prices, I’ll email you the number.)

#2 whine: #bumknee/#fracturedleg still hurts.
I’m supposed to be “acting lazy” for at least another week, but with a business (see above) and two little girls and a Messy House that’s extra messy, it’s hard to sit and do nothing. It’s also hotter than the Devil’s weenis outside, so wearing my knee brace sucks wet beaver nuts. I used a wheelchair this weekend at the Florida Aquarium, and lemme tell ya, those bastards are hard to use. Unless there’s a ramp to go down and then wheeeeeeee!

#3 whine: TweetDeck is Fail Whaling.
Yeah yeah, I’m using Whirl, but I likes my columns. meh.

#4 whine: I need clothes.
Yesterday, I asked the dear internets for help, and you guys did all you could. I bought 2 shirts (from my girlfriend, Grace’s, suggestion) and that —-> cherry dress in which I will look either adorable or 12 years old. Now I need to buy the shoes I found to complete my outfit. This dress will work for one night at BlogHer, but I need 2 more outfits/dresses: one COCKtail fancy and one cute/dressy. GET ON IT, INTERNETS.

Please? Help?

#5 whine: Summer TV repeats.
The cable channels have their new shows on, but the networks blow chunks. EXCEPT BIG BROTHER STARTS TOMORROW. ZoMgS I am esscited for that trash to start. LOVES it. Plus, it’s on like 3-4 days a week, which, for an addict like me, is more magical than a sack full of dolphin vomit.

Speaking of my TV addiction, read all about it in my Aiming Low post today. It’s all about addiction, but not the cat-hoarding kind, which I totally understand and fear might happen to me in 30 years.