OMFG… Google adsense has banned me…

Yes, the unthinkable happened.

Now – a month later I am 19 weeks pregnant and suffering from a case of horrible insomnia. Thanks Google.

So what now?

What is a web publisher to do after being banned from the king of online advertising?

Accept that something as untouchable as Google could be a scam artist, no better than the “criminals” it bans from its services.

I say this because during my research on the topic, it seemed like an awful lot of publishers have went through a similar experience as I have.

My Story:

I began actively blogging on a regular basis in October 2011. I set up my Google Adsense account in April 2012 when my first domain was ready for the world to see.

I made very little ad revenue in the first several months I was an Adsense member. I slowly started integrating my Blogger sites as well, excited when I got to the first $30 threshold.

I got the postcard in the mail and was elated with pride.

A few months later I hit the final $100 threshold and was relieved after almost a year Google would be issuing my first payment.

The $180 I had accumulated in Adsense ad revenue would be critical to paying my county probation (another story in itself…) I need that amount each month and since I was on probation due to a result of my previous employer, I desperately needed the money.

But, according to Google, I had “invalid click activity” and as a result not only was I banned from the Adsense program, any money I had made and not been paid for (I was expecting my check 2 weeks after I relieved that dreaded email)

Coincidence maybe?

Because I am innocent.

I even read the program policies and still I am clueless as to the real reason behind my account termination.

Their appeal page is about as vague as their email correspondence and it’d cost me almost half of what they owe me to take the case to small claims court, so for now I am letting it go.

I have no time to dwell on the fact that Google is a freaking stealthy scam artist – but this isn’t the end of this battle. You haven’t seen the last of me yet Google.

banned from google

 

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For my good friend ;)

draft revived from June/July 2012

“My house been a mess makes me crazy everything has to fit in its place like the last piece of a thousand mismatched puzzles lol:) theres reason in my madness tho to inventory i always find something to hide somewhere that will remind me to look for the trail of fall.”

I call my cleaning chaos being the “master of my disaster“.

 

 

 

Hot, humid, and unsociable. Wait, we’re talking about the weather right?!

Good morning ;)

what’s your social status lookin’ like? Klout will show you how you stand up against others. I do not particularly care for the site, but it can be interesting to see what feature get you noticed in a socially managed setting.

I try to distance myself further and further from facebook every day. I mean don’t get me wrong, the drama is entertaining, but I’d rather spend my time doing something more productive.

 

hot trend in gardens

We take a couple shots of the bottle of Black Cherry Stoli I’ve had for almost a month now. I know, it’s only 7:30,, but I still have a good bit left in that bottle and I’ve had it for a month! Last year this time I was struggling to decide whether or not to quit drinking when I went to detox. July 7th is my year anniversary to mark the end of that horrific period of my life. I’m not longer ashamed to admit my shortcomings and that is a huge step in the recovery process. I’m what I like to call a cycling addict, I’ll be clean for a good bit of time, but I love the feeling of getting high — wasted. It’s just an excuse for me to smoke a joint or have a drink on the rare occasional I even want one these days. It’s unreal to think how shit was a year ago. I couldn’t imagine going a day without drinking. Now I get a craving once, maybe twice a month. The lack of work stress doesn’t hurt though, I think this is one of my most profuctive periods in my life.

I can’t resist to tell the story from last night. One of those tmes whem you look back on it and it seems almost impossible to have happened. So I’m about to take a shower. I go to step in and I see this tennis ball sized spiders black eyes catch my eyes as the same time. I’ve heard spiders bite around here. I wasn’t taking any chances so I took off full speed into, as far as I could from it. We’re talking this spider was tarentila size.Less fleshy and furry so it probably was a wolf spider. I left the water on because the damn thing has me paniccinb. Any other bug and I’m fine, spiders? No thnaks. I’ve had the creepy crawlies ever since.. I swear I am having nightmares because of that bastard!

I make it out of there alive, wrapped in a towel and see someone had sent me a message. Strange, it’s 1:30, who could it be. An old friend… cool. I’ve know him for four or five years and we talk every once in awhile on facebook. He is talking about how his job makes it hard for him to find a girlfriend. Well, I ask what he does and I had forgot he had told me before he was a male stripper! Nice. Well he mentions the company he works for is hiring and offere to let me carpool with him to interview. HAHA. I mean it’s always been something I’ve known I could do if need be, but do I want to? No… the picture of sweaty, smelly guys with their hands and hot breath near my body is enough to make me want to thjrow up. Sure.. good money.. but is it worth it? I didn’t give him a definate yes or no, but it’s good to know I always have that to fall back on. Hopefully my online endevors will be self supporting in and of themselves so I can leave the striptease to those who are passionate about it. You need passion in order to be successful at your job – otherwise you will dread eevery day you have to work.

I feel like I’m forgeting something….

OH YAH! Remember the spider? Well, I mentioned it already but I left the water running when I made a run for it. I finally get the courage to make my way back to shut it off, but it’s too late. The tub is overflowing with water and my bathroom is flooded in almost an inch of water. What a great course of events to handle in tthe wee hours of the morning ;)

Perfectly normal or Psychopath?

grocery shopping list

The book, Milk, Eggs, and Vodka, is  filled with shopping lists that people found from across the United States. It’s really a great book, not a whole lot of reading to it, and perfect for the coffee table. There actually may be some hidden meaning behind each person’s list if you examine it in a psychological aspect. If you want to check it out, you can purchase for yourself here.

For now, check out the “shopping list” I found that someone left at my house:

(See if you can find which item doesn’t fit..)

Margarine

Salt

Bananas       4

Debbie Cakes

Chicken Broth   3 Cans

Heinz 57

Cookies

22 long Rifle

Mrs. Dash Seasoning Original

Tobacco carton

Zebra Cakes, strawberry shortcake, oatmeal pie

GAIN DETERGENT

 

 Giant

 

I found this in my living room! I’m still not 100% sure who it belongs to, but I’m kind of glad I don’t. This is a prime of example when the owner is better left unknown.

 

 

As if the content on the internet didn’t cease to amaze me already.

kill kitty kill

Definition of: kill a kitten

  • verb – to masturbate.  He’s in the bathroom killing a kitten.

Originally submitted by Anthony from Hazlet, NJ, USA on Dec 06 2002.

Thank you slang dictionary. Not quite what I was looking for though, but always good to know. Just incase someone says this, I won’t have to kick them in the face. :)

Think you know your friends?? She’s back…..

My high school classmate turned into a webcam porn star

PART TWO

renee174: Just got home!you there?
me: not you again..
renee174: Hey wdup? 19/f here you
me: last time you said you were 23. damnit quit fucking with me chick
renee174: ah ok… sorry i can be forgetfuI sometimes..

 

Oh really? Funny how evolved as human beings we have become. Oh wait, at least someone is making a few bucks. Man Sues Porn Star for Not Being His Twitter Buddy..

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Can you really hypnotize someone? Does it really work?

The experiment: HYPNOSIS.

The subject: My Boyfriend. 


My boyfriend does not share his feelings with me. This has proven to be the wedge being driven inbetween us. I’m the complete opposite (emotional to say the least) so naturally we are butting heads, all the time. I knew if we couldn’t learn to communicate more effiecently, it was a dead-end relationship. We have major communication issues. MAJOR. Hell, I don’t even know if he really likes ME or the fact that I pick up after him, wash his clothes, and take care of him when he is sick. I often assume it’s the later because he doesn’t tell me otherwise. I know it’s not normal and it has caused great anxiety in my life.

I was a psychology major in college and we studied hynosis in a few different classes. It seems too good to be true for my relationship issues. Well, I was thinking if you were to hypnotise someone, you would ultimately gain access to their deepest, darkest thoughts. This would allow me access to what he was thinking and maybe better understand what the hell I am doing in this relationship. Hypnosis seems reasonable because it’s quick.. I’m wasting time day in and day out being out right pissed off because he is a complete stranger to the man I once knew. Should I hypnotise him into revealing his true feelings? Or is that just going to complicate matters even more? I know what I may find out might hurt, but I’m already hurt enough. With my prior knowledge and with the use of the many free hypnosis websites my answers seem within reach.’


But there’s a catch:

He seems to think he can’t be hypnotised. My studies in psychology would say that perhaps he is right, but most people can be hypnotised.. they just have to be open-minded. Meaning they can’t be thinking that “This won’t work” or “I cannot be hypnotised”. If you don’t think hypnosis works, then quite simply it won’t. Why? In order for it to work you must be open to suggestion – this opens up the mind to be influenced and studied by the hypnotist or researcher.

Want to learn more?

The web is great place to start your research, they have plenty of sites dedicated to the topic.

Here are a couple to get you started:

Later that afternoon..

THIS MUST BE A DREAM! HAVE I SUCCEEDED IN SELF HYNOSIS?!


Unfortuatley, it’s not a dream. And I’m not in any form of trance.
What happened?!
I snapped.
I went ape-shit crazy.
Screaming at the top of my lungs.
Asshole.
Get out of my house!


I couldn’t take anymore. As with every other day we hadn’t said much of two words to each other. But for some reason when his “friend” came in demanding me to do something I flipped out and lashed out.

So much for my hypnosis experiment. My subject.. errrr boyfriend.. is gone.


And here I sit staring at this document knowing it will listen. It won’t ignore me, it will take each keystroke I make and create a group of words into a sentence into a paragraph until i hit “publish”. Alone, my brain a buzz with new knowledge on a topic I could not do anything with without a test subject — someone to hypnotize.



You see, it all happened so fast, but really it didn’t. I record everything. and when you don’t have someone to listen to your deepest darkest feelings, the paper that you write upon will have to do. It relieves anxiety and stress and that is why I immeditely pulled up my most recent post. A million thoughts are swirling through my head now. You must know the feeling.

Coincidentally I read a beautiful article yesterday about relationships and breaking up. I just had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach that the end was near.

 

Only you can change how you are feeling. No one else can.

Remind yourself every day that life is good and that eventually the pain will pass. Life is happening right now, and there’s no reason to waste more days feeling sad about the past.

Change your perspective about life, loss, and pain; learn to view everything that happens to you as a positive thing.

You can’t control someone else’s decision, so focus on what you can control: your thoughts, your attitude, and your reaction.

We’ve all dealt with break-ups before. You are not alone on this. Don’t give up hope; give it time!

And remember:

“Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall” ~Confucius.

from: TINY BUDDHA @ http://j.mp/JjZ6ai

Maybe I was wrong in wanting to hypnotise HIM and instead maybe I’m the one needing relief, relief I could quite possibly find with a deep trance, a pure hynotic state to gather my thoughts. I suffer from extreme anxiety – hynosis allieviates anxiety. But what ultimately is my goal? Hypnosis can reveal the framework in mysubconscious mind and it’s becoming clear that is where the solution to my self imposed pity can begin to shed some light.

Time to let go. And move on.


Not so fast!

Really? There’s more??

I’m not sure how much later but I wake up to  the dude coming in my living room with his friends in tow. I’m curled up on the couch, as I feel asleep before I could finish my posting.

The saga continues.

Being with someone who doesn’ love you like you love them is hard, but I’m in a tight spot and leaving him just might hurt me more than heal me hypothetically speaking. I let my feelings get the best of me and am once again back to where I started. Technically “taken” but emotionally “alone”.

Life will go on, I can assure myself that. My next research topic: will hypnosis work with a boyfriend?
And before I conclude,  I’d like to share a quote from Hunter S. Thompson. He’s the dude who wrote Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. YES, it’s a book.. the movie came second.

“However, focusing on the past and future forces us to stay stuck in an endless loop of pain and confusion, and prolongs the healing process. Stay present in the moment and allow the emotional wounds to heal naturally.”


Want to see if you can hypnotise someone? Start learning techniques today, the knowledge base is endless on the internet. Here’s a site that offers a free self hypnosis session.
I’m about to give it a try because it’s been one hell of a day..

 

 

Don’t forget to check me out at tumblr @hotlildollar I just post pictures and quotes, but they are similar to the one I use in my posts on here. Follow me, I always follow back.

 

author note: this is my first post using seo techniques for content and ranking.
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Part 2. Am I hallucinating or is there a frog in my air conditioner?

I often write when I am stressed. Many people do I’m sure because it helps relieve anxiety and tension. I myself like to float away on a sort of fairytale land boat. I definatley have a wild imagination. I sometimes get stuck here and like just a moment ago it feels so real. I sound like a nut job, but there’s no other way around it. In the end it all makes logical sense, but while living in that world for whatever moment it is unreal.

I am a multi-tasker extraordinaire. I also have a boyfriend with a lot of friends so I clean a lot. I hate the feeling of messy in the terms of it’s so messy it’s filthy. I’ve been said to be the “master of my disaster” because I will be lazy and let things get misplaced but you will not find a moldy cup or plate laying on the floor somewhere. To each their own, but that’s not my cup of tea. Anyways, I’m just saying that while I write my blogs I’m also doing other things and most always interupted by someone.

Today is an exception to the second because I am here, in my wonderful home, alone listening to Green Day’s Nookie and the sound of the rain steadily hitting the tin roof. And there’s this sound. I thought at first it was my dog, Chico, because he scared the shit outta me just a few minutes ago. The sound, “quak quak quak quak quak”, coming from.. the AC unit? What the hell? I retract not being interupted also, before I continue with my story. Shiesty kitty has got to stay off a bitch while she is trying to type as fast as she is thinking. Argh. So I hear the random “quak quak” sound twice before I see the front door slowly gliding open as if a gust of wind is pushing it. But t’s not windy today. My heart begins to race and.. chico walks in the door. crazy ass bastard scared the shit outta me.

NINE DAYS LATER..

Kind of forgot about this one. Tends to happen when I go off on a rant. Anyways if you care to know the “quak quak” noise is most likely a frog. Why it it sounds as if it is coming out of the AC is beyond me.

 

6 Weird Things About “Muppet Babies” (and the headless nanny)

Those striped green socks. That pink skirt and purple sweater. This grown woman dressed like Pippy Longstocking is easily the creepiest thing about “Muppet Babies.” She was an early pioneer in the art of never showing a TV character’s face, a practice now referred to in the biz as “pulling a Wilson.” Yes, this was a choice to reinforce the low to the ground perspective of the Muppet Babies, but babies can see the heads of adults! I can only assume they didn’t show us her face because she was horribly disfigured. It adds up that a lady with a terrifying face would devote her life to babysitting tiny mutant creatures, keeping them protected from an outside world that would never accept them. Also, nobody looks at your face when you’re wearing purple shoes and green striped socks.

Excerpt from — Funny or Die. Full article available through link.

back in the day.

 

 

“i need to regain consciousness”, i say.
“drink your beer, consciousness is in the beer”, casey responds.

casey wishes she were small so she could touch the mountains. they’d feel like fur, or moss. she could walk to the ocean in a miniute.
“and touch the clouds”, she added.

i had forgotten.

 

 

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