Gypsy Stripper

I'm sure you have all heard of the Stripper that lives down by the river, if not google her, she can be really interesting sometimes.
Anyway, sometimes I feel like a gypsy stripper, simply because I travel so much. It's like as soon as I get settled in for a weekend I'm up and moving around again. This weekend, I'll be in PDX. I can't fucking wait on one hand, and on the other I'm sort of like meh. I GET TO CALL MYSELF RED THIS WEEKEND...DID YOU CHICAGO PEOPLE HERE ME RED will be in the fucking house this weekend! Mind you I won't be in the house fucking, it was just a figure of speech. I finally get to wear normal stripper attire. Such as cut off tee-shirts, or a tee-shirt in general, boots, booty shorts rather than a thong. I get so tired of walking of giving dances in a thong it's seriously not fun sometimes, especially when you start to think about the last time whomever you are dancing with did their laundry. I mean it is recommended to only wash your jeans once a year but lets be realistic here, maybe once a week, but what if this person really never washes their jeans...eew. GENTLEMEN PLEASE DO YOUR LAUNDRY BEFORE YOU ARRIVE.
Ok back to how excited I am that I get to wear whatever. NOT only that but I get to spend the entire weekend with my best friend a girl really can't ask for much more in life, well I mean I would like to make some money this weekend.
Which brings me to my next point. Chi-town has been really good for money. It's going to be strange not making as much. The thing is I usually make more money in PDX than I do in Seattle, I mean that's where we all went to make money on certain weekends. Here is to hoping this weekend is lucrative.
Another thing, moving around so much always makes me the new kid, sometimes I just want to be a house name sometimes, at the same time once you are there long enough you sort of know who will buy dances and who won't which is annoying, it's nice not knowing because there is no reason not to ask everyone.
I'm apparently losing my focus today. I think it's because it's nap-time. Strippers are like children, we run around like chickens with out heads cut off, listen to crappy music, and we must take naps at 2pm