Life is good... mostly.

Yep. Life is good. Actually, no it's not, it's fucking awesome!

Apart from the bit where I don't have any income because I can't find a job.

I had a very scary experience today... I was driving past my local McDonalds and they had a big sign up saying "Hiring Crew". Yeah you know what I'm about to say... I seriously contemplated going in and filling out an application! Is this seriously what I've come to?

I mean... my life other than than seriously is phenomenal... most guys would kill for what I have! Check it out:

- Gorgeous, sexy, poly, intelligent, wife who loves me unconditionally (thank all the gods) :)
- Amazing friends, both vanilla and kinky
- Three fantastic, healthy, intelligent, beautiful, spirited children
- A new gorgeous, sexy, clever, funny and kinky woman in my life that I hope will become a larger part of it

And the list goes on...

But unfortunately the great spectre of money rears its ugly head, meaning I need a fucking job!

I know I'm not stupid. Far from it! I know I have skills, even some that may be of use to someone! So why do people not even have the courtesy to return calls, reply to emails, etc?

Methinks it's time to give Mr Niceguy a rest. Time to get Mr Dontfuckwithme out for a run.

Let's see what he can do...