acutecamgirl said:
I have never even talked to anyone on the phone affiliated with MFC,
other than my chat room visitors.
And, I have been a model there for almost 2 years now.
But I have to admit, I do prefer it to the site I was at for a year before that.
There was one person there who I had to talk to on the phone periodically, and
it was not always pleasant.
Everyone else there was really cool though.
Too bad their pay rate was so low.
I really love MyFreeCams.
I wish so much that I lived on the west coast time zone, instead of Eastern Standard Time.
It is so hard to get good business when you work morning shifts Eastern Standard Time.
I wish I knew of some great ways to reach out to guy who enjoy watching webcams that live in other English speaking countries.
But the majority of MFC traffic is from within the US.
Platinum status is a really cool feature.
And I'm so glad they have added that for the members.
Those guys deserve something extra special,
because they definately treat us gals extra special.
And it's awesomesauce!
xoxo,
To be, or not to be, — that is the question: —
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? — To die, to sleep, —
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; —
To sleep, perchance to dream: — ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death, —
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, — puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know naught of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought;
And enterprises of great pith and moment,
With this regard, their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.
Pretty hot he can buy tokens cheaper now though!
