if i was just okay looking, didn't have a voice like a fucking angel and wasn't a sex machine i would still get paid. and i will tell you why: because i am smart.
take, for instance, this hypothetical situation:
say you wake up in the middle of the night feeling thirsty. i mean really thirsty, like water from the sink isn't going to do it. so you go downstairs to the kitchen and you are standing there half asleep and drinking out of the carton when you realize that someone is in the living room. of course you go have a look. and what do you see but these two friends of yours making like it's the set of a warhol movie, rolling porn, high as hell, and fucking like it's nineteen-ninety-nine. jesus.
at first you might think to yourself, "fuck! no one tells me anything!", and then go to your room and jack-off.
or you might say, "hey... that looks like fun... sandwich time!", and then go about inserting yourself into the situation.
but if you were me, you would be smart.
you might, hypothetically, sneak back up to your room and finally manage to find your digital camera that someone nice gave you for xmas. then you might go back into the living room, grab your self a front row seat on the sofa (drugs make you oblivious, don't do 'em, kids!) and take some very interesting pictures of your friends doing things that normally require some kind of permit.
after they pass out, you might go up to your room, fire-up your laptop and bring up ebay.
you finish loading your photos and setting up your auction, then you jack off. you are still thinking about fucking your friends, but on top of a huge pile of money!
that is what you might do, if you were smart like me.
then the next morning when the nice person who gave you the digital camera is pissed at you because you look "like hell" (whatever that means) from being up half the night, you can just think of the money you are making right then, smile sweetly and say you'll take a nap later, instead of flipping him off like you would if you had no money forthcoming.
i love a good hypothetical situation. almost as much as i love being smart. and fucking gorgeous and talented.
do you guys want to go out to dinner on saturday?
it'll be my treat. ^^