Defending Spam Satan

I defended the Spam Satan tonight. A little startup company that's been around a few years. I mean, "Start Up company around a few years" is an oxymoron in itself.

I've got this buddy, an ex-boyfriend, turned friend, turned acquaintance by necessity who runs a startup that's well funded and doing okey dokey. Their schemes of helping out small business owners is a little sketchy, but hell, so are most things that have a sexy storyline. How is this company going to help small business owners get publicized online? It's a great need to fill, a great question to answer, and moreover, a great obstacle to tackle because small business merchants lack a few things: money, time, power and influence.

If you're not trying to shop at your local ditty instead of at Target for everything, then you've got the spirit all wrong. Creativity lies in small businesses. And marketing small businesses takes creativity too. So this company has got some schemes. Real down and dirty 'Bama-esque schemes. But what the hell? They just got a second round of funding for another $10Million which is a shitload more than a lot startups I've seen go belly and ass right up.

So I made a post to Valleyfag...ooooh, big mistake. Never, ever challenge satan's critics. I feel like an idiot for going up against them, but seriously, WTF with messing with the little guy on every fucking level?

Follow Up to the Vomit

It was Thing 2. My heart is broken for her. I have never wanted so badly to crumble and had to, absolutely, without blinking, be the best.fucking.mom.ever and get what my girl needs. Time for me to walk the walk and CowgirlUp.

I Look Like Shit

I actually said the words OUTLOUD today: "Okay girl, you look like crap, so shoulders back so you don't make it worse than it already is." Argh.

A new friend of mine's father-in-law -- an abusive, gambling, obsessive prick -- is dying. I ran her to the airport at 4:45 a.m. this morning and I'm paying for it by looking homeless all day long. The story of this dude reminds me of my dad and gives me the creeps.

...but that's nothing compared to New Friend who reminds me of, me.