1. Accounting crap, I hate this stuff but I really need to do it.
2. Revamp the look...again. I think I'm just going to go all out on the whole high-end prostitute look. What better way to spend my day back then at victoria secret, oh wait I hate those girls. I did pull some looks from their site that I rather liked I think that should help, or at least save me the time of talking to them for forever about how their bras don't fit me and have them try to slam my boobs into a dd, everyone likes the spill right? So in theory it shouldn't really matter.
3. Go through my closet, there are things in there I am never going to wear or ever going to use in my other job. Or there are things that just straight up need to be replaced with nicer things, I really don't need a crappy acrylic sweater collection.
4. Plan RED'S super extravagant christmas spectacular.
5. Finish the fucking club email list, that is only getting me free rent days, and management up my ass about when it's going to be done. So I guess that should be number one followed by accounting crap.
6. I need to go through my dance bag and give most of that stuff away. I really don't see the use for nylon stripper crap. I mean sure some guys like it a whole bunch, but I like to think of my cliental as a little more sophisticated than that. Also, I'm 22 I suppose I could dress like a grown woman. Inside and outside of work.
7. Get the other part of my life going again. It's super fun taking my clothes off and all but really, this isn't going to last forever, and I have to put myself back through school, and start some funds for my little sisters.
Blah, blah, blah, life plan, life plan, life plan.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
fuck this
I can't even write down my fucking thoughts right now. UUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I feel so unimportant.
Monday, October 11, 2010
You aren't white
Actually I am I'm Swedish. Apparently white girls do not have asses like mine. Typically I don't spend a lot of time with black men, I find that they try to hustle me for something like 4 dances for 20 dollars. I am really not stereo typing it's true. The last few days black men have been loving my ass.
Last night I filled in on stage for Savannah, the DJ had music playing that is not something I typically dance to it was more booty than I do. I dance to more industrial music I don't shake my ass ever...till last night. It was a slow night I thought I would just mess around and shake my ass, while wearing super industrial boots big fishnets and white contacts. To me it was a super funny image.
After I get off stage, I swing by a friend of mines chair and tell him I'm about to go talk to this young black man, and he is going to buy a dance (which would have been a feat considering last night was terrible). I sit down with him, Sasha is sitting on his friends lap, we all get to chatting. He asks about my lap dances, I say they are fantastic and Sasha backs me up. She starts talking about this thing I do with my boobs. This gentleman decides he wants to try it out. I start doing my thing we get to the boob part he asks if that's my signature move, I say no. I say that my signature move is in round two of a lap dance, it also happens to be something A taught me from a stripper he had a dance with in CT. He decides to get another just to try it out. The song ends he asks me to keep going, only if I shake my ass the entire time. I don't know if you have ever tried to do that for 3 minutes straight it's pretty hard. My abs start cramping up, the song ends, he decides he wants another of the same thing. I have never had so much fun shaking my ass.
Last night I filled in on stage for Savannah, the DJ had music playing that is not something I typically dance to it was more booty than I do. I dance to more industrial music I don't shake my ass ever...till last night. It was a slow night I thought I would just mess around and shake my ass, while wearing super industrial boots big fishnets and white contacts. To me it was a super funny image.
After I get off stage, I swing by a friend of mines chair and tell him I'm about to go talk to this young black man, and he is going to buy a dance (which would have been a feat considering last night was terrible). I sit down with him, Sasha is sitting on his friends lap, we all get to chatting. He asks about my lap dances, I say they are fantastic and Sasha backs me up. She starts talking about this thing I do with my boobs. This gentleman decides he wants to try it out. I start doing my thing we get to the boob part he asks if that's my signature move, I say no. I say that my signature move is in round two of a lap dance, it also happens to be something A taught me from a stripper he had a dance with in CT. He decides to get another just to try it out. The song ends he asks me to keep going, only if I shake my ass the entire time. I don't know if you have ever tried to do that for 3 minutes straight it's pretty hard. My abs start cramping up, the song ends, he decides he wants another of the same thing. I have never had so much fun shaking my ass.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
whitey gonna pay
Thanks a lot fuck face I really like coming home at four in the morning to my window tagged. I hope you fucking die. Yeah I fucking said it you piece of shit. Thanks for the fucking racism, are you fucking stupid, that shit is one vicious fucking circle, I don't come over to your house and write use proper english on your windows. One because I don't use proper english and two it's fucking rude.
How exactly would you like me to pay? I"m sorry do you accept cash, or do you just want to come over and make friends I'll make you some fucking tea or something.
I work hard, I come home, I want to not feel like I have a mark on my head for something I haven't done.
And now I have a crackhead right down the block, that I can hear yelling
Mind you I live in a really nice town home, I'm nice to everyone in the neighborhood.
But truthfully.Fuck this neighborhood. Fuck all the ignorance, I won't stand for it. This is fucking America aren't we all equal or am I living in a totally disillusioned state? It must be the latter.
I'M SO FUCKING PISSED. I want to seriously hurt whomever did this. Such fucking idiots!
How exactly would you like me to pay? I"m sorry do you accept cash, or do you just want to come over and make friends I'll make you some fucking tea or something.
I work hard, I come home, I want to not feel like I have a mark on my head for something I haven't done.
And now I have a crackhead right down the block, that I can hear yelling
Mind you I live in a really nice town home, I'm nice to everyone in the neighborhood.
But truthfully.Fuck this neighborhood. Fuck all the ignorance, I won't stand for it. This is fucking America aren't we all equal or am I living in a totally disillusioned state? It must be the latter.
I'M SO FUCKING PISSED. I want to seriously hurt whomever did this. Such fucking idiots!
Friday, October 1, 2010
how high.
Things I don't recommend as a dancer.
1. Being really high at work.
2. Being super raging drunk at work.
3. Not reading the news.
1. Being really high at work.
2. Being super raging drunk at work.
3. Not reading the news.
Will I be your future sex therapist?
Only if you ask me really nicely.
It always ends up that way, you land yourself in Reds confessional booth spilling your guts about love lost, or lust squandered, hoping that I have the answer for you. Well my friends stick around long enough and I probably will. I finally decided to go back to school for something completely non-creative. I've had enough of the backstabbing and jealously, the betrayal, the ass licking, the super submissiving (yes I made this word up, I hope you use it the next time you play Scrabble). I wish I were talking about stripping right now, I'm really talking about my fall from grace. We can touch on that at a later date.
Anyway here you are spilling your crazy life story to me, you my dear gentlemen have made me realize, I like helping people, I like making them feel better, and I really like listening. So my friends here you are, you are about to put me back though school, lets see if I can make it four years. Here is to hoping I can stay hot enough to make this work.
Here is to hoping a psychology degree isn't a huge waste of time. Oh and heads up, I'm going to start charging you about a hundred dollars an hour to listen to you talk right now giving dances I cost $6.66 no joke, welcome to dancing. As your temporary therapist I will only cost $1.66. It's calculations like this that make it hard for people to quick dancing. It's being addicted to the hustle.
It always ends up that way, you land yourself in Reds confessional booth spilling your guts about love lost, or lust squandered, hoping that I have the answer for you. Well my friends stick around long enough and I probably will. I finally decided to go back to school for something completely non-creative. I've had enough of the backstabbing and jealously, the betrayal, the ass licking, the super submissiving (yes I made this word up, I hope you use it the next time you play Scrabble). I wish I were talking about stripping right now, I'm really talking about my fall from grace. We can touch on that at a later date.
Anyway here you are spilling your crazy life story to me, you my dear gentlemen have made me realize, I like helping people, I like making them feel better, and I really like listening. So my friends here you are, you are about to put me back though school, lets see if I can make it four years. Here is to hoping I can stay hot enough to make this work.
Here is to hoping a psychology degree isn't a huge waste of time. Oh and heads up, I'm going to start charging you about a hundred dollars an hour to listen to you talk right now giving dances I cost $6.66 no joke, welcome to dancing. As your temporary therapist I will only cost $1.66. It's calculations like this that make it hard for people to quick dancing. It's being addicted to the hustle.
It's just one of those days
It was a day, it happened, it was everything and nothing all at once.
I'm so distracted today. Everything was readable on my face at work, typically I can turn it off, I can be someone else, at the same time I am always myself, I don't see the point in faking a personality, it's to hard, I am who I am. I suppose the story that goes with this is about amateur night, which was tonight, usually I like it pretty well, it reminds me of my first day of work, which was so damn scary, I was so deer in the headlights. I also thought I was the hottest shit. Anyway, tonight was attack of the fat white girls who move to fast (like most amateurs) it's not the moving to fast that ruins it, it's the lack of thought that they put into there look, if you are coming in to basically audition I feel like you should maybe leave your ugly glasses at home (Sorry it's so rare that I do serious trash talking.) One of the girls I work with walked up to me in the back, and told me she could see it in my face, that all I was thinking was what the fuck, she then said I would hate to see that face when she was on stage. She's right, I have a terrible "this is stupid face" It was actually such a surreal moment when this one girl looked at me with her triangle hair and her bad oval glasses and bad satin victoria secret thong, that I had to leave the front row and go to the back. Typically I like being right up front for thursday nights, or I like sitting with the judges, I think it's super fun. Blah, Blah, Blah. Then this girl that I really loved having around was let go tonight, that was one of the many kickers of my night. She had a great attitude and she had good ideas, she worked well with others, it just sucks to see girls go.
I'm so distracted today. Everything was readable on my face at work, typically I can turn it off, I can be someone else, at the same time I am always myself, I don't see the point in faking a personality, it's to hard, I am who I am. I suppose the story that goes with this is about amateur night, which was tonight, usually I like it pretty well, it reminds me of my first day of work, which was so damn scary, I was so deer in the headlights. I also thought I was the hottest shit. Anyway, tonight was attack of the fat white girls who move to fast (like most amateurs) it's not the moving to fast that ruins it, it's the lack of thought that they put into there look, if you are coming in to basically audition I feel like you should maybe leave your ugly glasses at home (Sorry it's so rare that I do serious trash talking.) One of the girls I work with walked up to me in the back, and told me she could see it in my face, that all I was thinking was what the fuck, she then said I would hate to see that face when she was on stage. She's right, I have a terrible "this is stupid face" It was actually such a surreal moment when this one girl looked at me with her triangle hair and her bad oval glasses and bad satin victoria secret thong, that I had to leave the front row and go to the back. Typically I like being right up front for thursday nights, or I like sitting with the judges, I think it's super fun. Blah, Blah, Blah. Then this girl that I really loved having around was let go tonight, that was one of the many kickers of my night. She had a great attitude and she had good ideas, she worked well with others, it just sucks to see girls go.
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