I still haven’t been to work. I am going out of town tomorrow until the 26th so I definitely won’t be working. I will still blog probably in the interim.
I had a long day of doing little, tiring tedious tasks. I don’t feel too crappy yet. Just a little fatigue. I am hoping mornin sickness doesn’t set in in the near future and I am not so sick I can’t enjoy being pregnant. I woke up at 6:15 and took Paul to work. We desperately need to get another car soon. My daughter is coming back and I don’t want to have everyone operating off one vehicle. After I dropped him off at work I stopped at Chik Fil A and got a biscuit. I love that place! Then I came home, watched the news, and took about a two hour nap. I woke up about 10:30 and went to a dental appointment (courtesy of the United States Department of Defense). Gucci decided to shit on my carpet and drag my sandals behind the couch and chew on them. I took it away and scolded him and tapped him on the head with it a couple times. What a naughty little fuck. But damn, he’s cute. After my dentist appointment I went to grab lunch. Then I ran a couple errands and looked at a house for rent. It’s bigger than our apartment and the cost is only thirty dollars more. We are expanding. :0) Tomorrow I have a lot to do… Laundry, packing, schedule an OBGYN appointment, homework, buy dog food so I can drop Gucci off at the pet sitter, take the truck for a diagnostic, and a few other little things. I suppose I am going to wrap this up for the night. I am so excited to go get my daughter I am on full throttle. She is so great! For now I leave you all in good wishes.
Well, I took the job that I was talking about. We will see how long it lasts. It’s an attempt. I am going to see where this goes. I know a lot of BlueCross BlueShield employees frequent the place. Hopefully, I can get a good job somehow. I am taking a pay cut considering I am going to be applying myself for considerably less money somewhere but I’m married now, right? One of the main reasons I took the job was because I know how he feels about me dancing.
I went to work last night and it sucked. It’s nothing to brag about. The last few Mondays have been awful. I’m taking tonight off. I’ll go back tomorrow. I have a doctor’s appointment and I’m supposed to meet my boss at the cigar parlor for some training.
Oh, Paul got me a puppy for Mother’s Day. He’s so cute! I’ll post pics soon. The only thing I don’t like is the fact that he keeps pissing and shitting on my carpet. His name is Gucci. He’s a PomChi which is a Pomeranian/Chihuauah mix. I guess they are called designer dogs or hybrid dogs or something like that. He’s a playful little thing. He looks like a little bear. I’ll be glad once he gets housetrained. LOL I took him for a walk today and there was a mother duck out with her babies. She saw Gucci coming and tried to attack my puppy! I screamed for Paul and kicked the duck and yelled. In the process he scared Gucci right down the hill into the bushes by where he kicked the duck. I will post pics soon. I know, I’m sitting here talking about a puppy like a yuppy but I like him.
Well, that’s all… You all know that I will keep you posted. Good luck! It’s almost beach weather. I can’t wait!
Hmmm… Let’s see. I didn’t work Monday because the last two have been shitty. I did work Tuesday which wasn’t as shitty as Wednesday. Tonight is Thursday. I stopped by the club and had one drink and thought I would save my energy for the weekend. What’s happened this week? Well, some guy that works construction who always tells me he doesn’t want a dance and is only in town on a temporary basis wanted me to sit with him. I told him that he always declines my offers of ripping him off. He complained that maybe if I would sit down and talk to him so he tricked me out of twenty minutes of my time at which time I decided, “Fuck this guy.” I am not going to babysit some asshole who thinks his thirty dollars is going to make me or break me. Next! Then there was a regular (club reg., not mine specifically) who was so drunk he thought it was the first time he had met me. I asked him if he wanted a dance. He also declined. Then wanted to dance with me at the bar at which time I turned around and walked off while he was dancing. He was too shitfaced to remember it next time he comes in anyways. Fuck him. Next! Then of course you get the stray Mexicans that straggle in from time to time expecting a good blow job, finger fuck, and anal all for twenty fucking dollars. At least I got the cheap bastard up to twenty five. Then I told him he could touch my pussy only to get him in the back, take his money, and then slap his hand at the first sign of a pussy grabbing attempt. Then Pedro said, “I thought I could touch the pussy.” I said, “Oh baby, no! The music is so loud you must have misunderstood me.” Then I smiled sweetly and finished my dance. Which brings me to two things that I’ve noticed.
Number 1 – I don’t have regulars. I did when I was younger. I have examined this and think there are two reasons for this misfortune of mine. First of all, I am not going to sit and talk to one person for that long because they get on my fucking nerves. I don’t care about your problems, eat shit. Then over time the regulars feel because they come to see you faithfully they should get some kind of discount. If a dance is fourty dollars I don’t mind giving three or even four for a hundred. BUT you aren’t going to sit here and make me sit with you for an hour as a preliminary to a hundred dollars. Not worth my time. If you want to spend that kind of time with me we need to be in the champagne room.
Number 2 – I don’t get more than two or three dances from one customer at the most. I have also pondered this and have come to the conclusion that the reason for this that I don’t allow them to play with my pussy and do all kinds of nasty shit to me. I don’t tongue kiss them. I just simply refuse. I can imagine how many other strippers they did it with and it would be like licking a human urinal. Not to mention that I’m just not interested. Period.
There was almost a stripper fight last night at work which was pretty cool. All the strippers were on edge because the clientele was being cheap. I was giving a dance while one bitch — we will call her Crack Whore (because that’s exactly what she looked like down to the teeth) was tongue kissing a customer and letting him grope her polluted, unclean, little stink hole. She saw me looking and started laughing saying, “Stop it. Help me…” Then the cunt had the nerve to touch me on my back and ask me to help her! I turned around and told her to keep her nasty fucking hands off me. Then she said, “Help me.” My reply was, “Help yourself, bitch.” I mean, really. Help you? You’re over there enjoying it, laughing, and only put on your display of dire distress when you get the notion someone is looking at you with an unfavorable approval rating. We have bouncers. Tell them to help you. I am not Captain Save A Hoe and if I was you look like you’d need a lot more than a couch room intervention in your life. Rehab, a few extra pounds, some dental work, and common sense and hey, who knows you could be almost decent enough to wash windshields in the parking lot or walk girls to their cars. If anyone gave you any shit you could take that one tooth out and use it as an ice pick! I don’t know how she got hired but whoever hired her needs to be fired. Anyways this display of whorism and stupidity obviously carried over to the main floor because some of the other girls confronted her in the locker room. They said the customer was playing with her puss when she fell over and hit her head on the floor. I’m sure that scene was real entertaining. One minute you’re getting fingered, next minute you bashed your head off the floor while a finger is still hanging out of you. The guy is bent over in his chair. You’re on the floor. He would ask you if you wanted some help up but he’s too busy finger fucking you. When Crack Hoe went back to the locker room she was confronted about her behavior while all the strippers stood around and watched. I didn’t only watch. I laughed. She made the comment that she was only twenty five. The bitch looked thirty five. Then she was so intimidated that she sat in the floor and cried. Then our manager came back there and he was pissed about the situation. Meanwhile, I was still sitting there laughing. He got mad at me and told me to shut the fuck up. I said, “Well, at least I’m not drunk.” He retorted, “Yeah, that would be another fucking headache to deal with.” What can I say? Was an awesome ending to a shitty night. The last time I got real drunk at work we had just quit serving liqour. The waitress didn’t bring my drink fast enough so I went to ask my manager if I could have it since it was her fault. He was trying to carry on a conversation with someone else but I kept standing there while he was talking tapping him saying, “Hey…. Hey…. Hey…. Hey….” Then he finally got pissed and yelled at me. “WHAT?” I asked for my drink. He told the bartender, “Please give her a god damn drink so she’ll leave me the hell alone.” Then I couldn’t stop giggling. I know that I am an obnoxious drunk. So I’ve been told. Now we joke about it at work. I walk up to him and say, “Give her a damn drink so she’ll shut up,” and he laughs with me.
Then I met a guy who has his own cigar company. We talked for about ten minutes and he gave me his card and said to call him this week. I called him this evening and he said that he was looking for someone to work in his cigar bar/microbrewery a few days a week. He said he has a very high end clientele and he liked the way I carried myself. Paul and I went over there tonight to check it out. Paul liked the idea since he hates me dancing. I am considering it. Depends on the schedule. I think the thing that would be more valuable is the networking aspect. CEOs, judges, lawyers, doctors, small business owners, etc. are all among his customer base. He said one girl he hired ended up getting offered a job from a customer and she now makes eighty thousand a year. Guess what? She had the same degree I will have completed in August. Cool shit. I am seriously considering it. I won’t get rich there but I can still work at the club a few nights a week. He is okay with that. I told him that I would keep the two totally separate. For some reason I guess I don’t believe in myself. I don’t know if I don’t think I can do better or am just afraid of failure. Nothing ventured nothing gained. I have pretty much decided that if I can work the scheduling out I am going to do it. We will see. As we all know my plans can change on a whim.
That’s all that’s going on in my world. Oh, I’ve realized I have some mood issues and anger problems. Perhaps even a little anxiety. My daughter has been with my mom which we agreed due to the fact that I was a single parent for so long until I graduated. I am going to get her on the twenty first of May and bringing her home on the twenty sixth. She will be eight years old on the twenty first. I have been trying to work on myself. I want to be healthy mentally, physically, and emotionally. Since the ARMY provides me free medical I have started going to a psychologist. I don’t tell him everything like what I do for a living, that I used to get real drunk(I’d be hearing about rehab next)… But the meds seem to be helping. I was sleeping twelve hours a day and it took me an hour or two to get to sleep. I would wake up several times. Now I sleep fine, my mood is better, and am only sleeping about eight hours. I am feeling good at this point in my life. Most of my stress comes from a financial standpoint but bills will be here when you die so I am trying to learn not to stress over them too much. It just seems sometimes like I have a lot of nervous energy. I am restless, tense, on edge… I am trying not to take life too seriously. I get so anxious that I feel physically tense, short of breath, my forehead is raised up and wrinkled up all the time… I just need to relax. Working out helps somewhat. I don’t need rehab. My drinking problems have stemmed from inability to control myself when I do drink and stress. When I drink I feel carefree. I am on top of the world. I’m happy, energetic, outgoing… When I’m sober, life is fucking boring and tedious.
Well, that’s all she wrote. Glad to see you guys are still checking in on me. I enjoy all the comments and emails I get. I like to hear from you guys. It’s what motivates me to keep writing. You guys are my inspiration. Writing has always been enjoyable to me and the fact that my writing is actually entertaining to someone else is what keeps me writing. Leave comments, feel free to start discussions in the comments, etc. Till next time… May the cash be with us…
So I worked for a few hours on Saturday night. I went in at about 11 and left at about 4 a.m. I did okay but not as good as I hoped. I think it was because me and this other girl decided to do doubles. For those of you that don’t know what that means, it’s the theory that it’s easier to sell a dance with four tits instead of two. It works out okay. We tell the guy that we’re going to give him two songs, two girls for $80. In reality we end up doing one song a piece while the other one sits there. It works out well except for the fact that it’s not as easy to get someone to rip $80 out of their wallet as it is $40.
Recently I have been receiving some emails from readers interested in dancing at the club I work at. Let me start off by saying this… The club I work at has anywhere from 100 – 200 girls working on the weekends and anywhere from 30 – 70 girls at night. Everyone knows what type of environment they do well in. Some dancers don’t like to work in clubs that run a lot of girls. If so, this club is not for you. In addition, if you are not an aggressive dancer who really comes to work to make money (not the kind of girls that think $200 is a good night, “If I can just make enough to pay my phone bill, I will be alright”, type of mentality) this club is not for you. The girls that come from the chain I work at are very aggressive, pushy, and don’t take no for an answer and if you are not as aggressive they will steal your customer and work circles around you. So if you are not a “hustler” this club is not for you. If you don’t like to give full contact dances, this club is not for you. This is not a club where you dance in front of them and the bouncer stands there waiting to reprimand them for touching you. Most of the inquiries I have received realize after talking to me that this is not a club they choose to work at. Besides, why would I want to tell someone where I work so there are more people working there? I am not going to benefit from it so why should I share? So if you have been waiting for an email regarding this information… It’s not coming. Thanks in advance for your understanding.
I am going back to work tonight. I will blog again tomorrow. I just wanted to put something down since I haven’t written this past weekend. See you soon!
I stayed home from work tonight. Paul and I went out and had “date night”. You know, where we act like we’re going on a date but we’re really not. We went to Texas Roadhouse and then to see Fast and the Furious 4. I wasn’t impressed. The plot was weak. Most of those movies after the first one generally were. You don’t really have to have a brain to watch or even understand the plot. Those movies are basically eye candy. Girls dressed like strippers and fast, souped up cars. Gee, that’s a new concept in America. New marketing scheme: Tits and muscle cars. It’s actually a shame that everywhere you look now there’s sex. Beer commercials, billboards, movies, music, books, magazine covers, clothing, and so on. I realize it’s how I make my living but I’m making money off of it. What about the horny people that are part taking in it? It’s a damn shame. I was watching something on the Comedy Channel the other night and I swear to you they said “Fuck” on cable television. It wasn’t a movie channel. It was regular cable that your kids watch. What is the world coming to? You can’t even send your kids to public school for a day without worrying the teacher is going to abduct/molest/physically abuse your child. Or that the child won’t get bullied to the point of suicide. Of course it’s become quit popular in America to shoot up schools. Kids now just bring guns to school. Then you have to worry about the pedophiles lurking around the places where kids would be after school. Crosswalks, bus stops, trolling down the road at 8 mph while they gawk at your kids. Women are on tv killing their own kids. Sandra Cantu was killed by her Sunday school teacher. WTF?
That brings me to another question… Have we always had women sociopaths (and I don’t mean a sex industry worker) or are they just now starting to emerge? There seems to be a growing trend ever since the woman killed her kids a few years ago by letting them drown. Her name escapes me but I want to say it happened in Texas. What is happening in our society that is causing these women to behave like this against their own children? I am surprised nobody else has brought it to the public’s attention.
Well, enough philosophy from me tonight. I am going to try to go to bed. My sleep schedule is so messed up now. I’m like an insomniac. When I lay down all I do is think about what I need to be doing. I feel restless. When I wake, it’s hard for me to go back to sleep. If I lay down in the middle of the day intending to take a nap you can forget it. Why does this happen? Does anyone else have that problem? Is it part of being nocturnal or years of sleep deprivation? Past alcohol consumption? Well, guess I am turning it in for the night.
So… California didn’t quite work out. Matter of fact, we never left. It seems as if his “boss to be” went on a drunken rampage and got in quite a bit of trouble. That was great. Especially considering our airline tickets were nonrefundable.
So here I am again… In South Carolina. Paul and I got an apartment and moved in. He found a job a few weeks ago. He seems to be liking it okay. He’s snoring right now while I’m blogging.
My days are lonely. I pretty much sit at home while he’s at work pondering up my next culinary work of art for the evening. I take the time to cook him good meals. I won’t lie, I like the way he praises me for being a wonderful cook and a great wife. That’s the only reciprocation I need. I also try to be considerate of him. I mean, if I were to go work ten hours and come home and he had been sitting at home all day I would like to think he would have a meal cooked for me. I sleep in until about ten. Then I get up, drink coffee, and work on homework. I may go to the gym or go for a walk outside if the weather is nice. I clean the house and make sure the laundry is done. Around five thirty I start dinner and take a shower and straighten my wavy mess I call hair so I won’t have to rush later on before I go to work. I like my lonely days at home by myself. I miss Paul but it’s nice to reflect and work on my homework in silence. It enables me to devote at least three hours a day dissecting source codes, studying, completing my homework, and teaching myself programming languages. I just started Java. Guess what? I like programming much more than I originally thought I would! I’m getting somewhat good at Java. From what I understand most languages are similar in the way the code is written. I hope to be efficient at using SQL, Java, and C++ by the time I graduate or soon thereafter. Who knows? I may be a well paid web designer for catharticlament.com one day! I’m sure my self esteem would take a beating but as long as I’m compensated monetarily it wouldn’t be much different than dancing right?
Speaking of Paul, I am happy with Paul. He is not selfish and it’s simple to keep him happy. We get along well. He pretty much goes along with whatever decisions I make and is happy just being with me. He is open minded so I don ‘t ever have to be afraid to talk to him about anything that’s bothering me. He doesn’t have any bad habits. He’s not moody. He cleans up after himself. Yep… I think I’m pretty lucky.
While I am at it… Let me take a moment to address something. From here on out I will not be taking any requests to rearrange my work schedule or calendar to accommodate anyone’s desire to come see me at the club. Quite frankly, it just never works out to my benefit. There have been instances in which I went to work only at someones request and they didn’t even show. Now this hasn’t happened to me only once. Here’s an idea: If you really want to come see me, then JUST FUCKING DO IT! Shock the shit out of me. Maybe I’ll drop dead. But no longer will I go out of my way to accommodate people who don’t have the decency to do what they suggested to me and that is — show up! Sorry, folks. I just don’t have the patience or the time and I don’t want to end up making voodoo dolls to execute my revenge. So I just decided that the best thing for me to do is to let these people stop driving me crazy by enforcing a No Schedule Change Policy for myself.
Moving right along…
I will start reporting my stripper/customer stories again soon. I saw a pretty good stripper fight in the locker room a few weeks ago. No blood but they used… You got it! Shoes! The choice weapon of all time! Stilettos go down in the Stripper Hall of Fame as being “Least likely to be used for its original purpose.” Ah, stilettos… They can make loud clapping sounds, make you look sexy, compliment your outfit, make you taller, and are a great way to fuck up someones face. The more anger you have, the taller heel you need. If you’re an angry person you are probably more prone to initiate or provoke a fight. Since you’re going to be kicking lots of asses when you’re shit faced drunk (or are too inebriated to fight) stiletto heels make great attack devices. It’s almost like a brick but kind of like a knife. You can push the heel up to someones throat as the two lovely ladies in the locker room demonstrated. If you are in fact too fucked up to fight and think you can only get one lick in, you’d better make it a good one. Short of a bullet or an actual stab wound — what better way to make a lasting impression upon a skanky, pilled up, drunk stripper bitch? The best part is they’re extremely mobile so you don’t have to be in the immediate proximity of another bitch (who’s probably just as drunk, if not drunker) than you to cause bodily harm to her. I could go on and on about the benefits of wearing stilettos but you get the general idea. I am giggling because in my head I can see the late night infomercial. If I ever market the idea I’ll get the ShamWow guy to do it. He’s fucking annoying. It makes me mad listening to him. That kind of anger will cause viewers to go out and buy a pair “Just in case” someone pisses them off. While listening to him they’ll be thinking, “If I did have one of those stilettos I’d nail this guy in the cocksucker.” Almost like subliminal messages but not really.
Well, now that you know nothing worked out the way I planned it to and I’m still dancing we can all laugh and move on with our lives. Till next time…
P.S. Want to hear something funny? When I ran the spell check on this particular blog “fucking” didn’t need any editing but “skanky” wasn’t in the dictionary. Go figure.
Well, I haven’t exactly blogged for awhile. What prompts this blog is the comment left by Amber. Thanks for reading Amber. It’s nice to know someone gives a shit. Or at least finds me amusing.
So here we are… We are going to test a hypothesis. I know this guy (some of you may have been referred here by his site) named Z. He is a stripper nazi. He hates strippers and everything about them yet continues to date (and of course fuck) them all the while telling them they didn’t get hired based on their brains, they are cum urinals, and that they should commit suicide. I believe the same things but rather than apply this to all strippers I believe strippers should be judged on a case by case basis. Z’s hypothesis is that once a girl has been ruined by being lavished with attention and money while all the while being high or drunk, she is ruined for life. Z basically says once you hop on the pole you’ll never get off unless perhaps a leg gets amputated. Even in that case if the bitch is hardcore stripper enough and she is a real “go-getta” she will likely hobble around the club on one leg telling her glorified war story about how Hodgie attacked her in Iraq and get some pity dollars. Here’s my point —- I’m leaving. I’m done dancing. My last day was yesterday. Monday morning, March 23, Paul and I are getting on a plane to move to Northern California where he will start his new job making twenty dollars an hour. He said he absolutely doesn’t want me dancing anymore. I can’t say that I will miss it. So we are going to put Z’s hypothesis to the test. I can’t lie. I might have the desire to go moonlight occassionally. As far as a full time job… Never again. Unless I am about to go homeless or something.
How do I feel about this? I am excited, hopeful, scared, afraid of failure… I graduate at the end of the year so I think I am in a good position to have something to fall back on. It’s time for me to stop. If I don’t stop now, I never will. I will be there forever. Maybe once I am gone for awhile I will let go of some of the cynicism and negativity that environment has taught me to have. I hope for good things to come.
Paul and I are doing well. We’ve had fun since he’s gotten back. He is really good to me. I am lucky.
What’s happened to me recently at work? I have two good ones for you.
1. The other night a guy told me that after he danced with another girl he would buy one from me. I was waiting to go home. I talked to this fucking moron for thirty minutes and when I asked him if he was ready to go dance he replied with, “Sure, let me go get some money out of the ATM.” At which point he bypassed the ATM and walked straight out of the club. What a douche. It was aggravating at the time but now it’s kind of funny when I think about it. I mean what fucking dickhead doesn’t have the balls to tell a stripper that he simply doesn’t want a dance. What a piece of shit! Plus, I strongly suspected that he was a law enforcement officer. He interrogated me rather aggressively about what goes on in the champagne room, what I had done, etc. I am not that fucking stupid. I told him we ran a clean club and that we were strictly regulated.
2. A guy asked me for a twenty dollar dance. I told him a dance was fourty but that I would give him a two for one. It would average out to twenty a song. He said okay. While we were dancing he tried to play the finger fiddle many times. I actually had to get aggressive with him and straight out just tell him to stop. At the end of the first song he tried to give me twenty dollars and tell me he only got one song so that should be the price. I disagreed with him (very cordially, I might add) and told him the price would be fourty because it was a two for one and one dance was fourty. Makes sense right? This guy refused to pay me! I guess he didn’t know who he was fucking with. I went and got a bouncer and I got paid. When the bouncer asked what happened the guy tried to call me a liar about trying to stick his finger in my pussy! By the end of the conversation he had admitted to it and paid me. I’m the wrong bitch to be trying to rip off.
One of my hobbies is to read the news of the idiots who go to jail for stupidity. I mean the epitome of dumbness. There are two I thought that were funny.
The trend this week seems to be domestic assault. Understandable due to the pressure everyone is feeling based on job losses, being broke, and quality of life in general taking a shit. Runner up is the guy who got arrested for beating his girlfriend up after a five hour argument about — get this: The operating hours of the library! How fucking stupid is that?
Spot number one goes to the guy who went over to his girlfriend’s house, demanded money for drugs, and then proceeded to punch her in the face for not having any money. Wow… I don’t know what to say about that. I think I’m going to start punching people in the face for not having any money too. “What no money?” BAM!!! Fucking awesome!
Will I miss dancing? I will miss the money and the flexibility, among other perks. But dancing as a whole, no. I welcome this change and I know it’s normal to be scared. I am in Columbia, South Carolina. I worked at Platinum this week.
I will be arriving in San Francisco around noon on Monday. If I do decide to moonlight I hear San Fran has an awesome club and Vegas isn’t far away. Well, I have no pics. I did pick a song. I used to love dancing to this song… I will have more time to blog now. Until next time.
I’m in Columbia, South Carolina again… I am blogging to you from Starbucks. I have been working this week nonstop trying to get my shit together. I am looking forward to a lot of things! I am excited about the future. I am SO proud of myself because you guys know that little problem I have with alcohol? I have been working where I can drink… And I’ve been sober. For me that is a milestone.
So why did I almost kick someone’s ass the other day? I have an acquaintance named Nicole. She wanted to come down here and work. I was supposed to help her get a job. I told her be there by 7 on Friday. I know the day shift manager and he would have hired her. So she took her sweet ass time and didn’t get down here until after 7. The next day she went back and basically they told her to come back at 8 and talk to the night manager. She got upset and said she was tired of going back and forth. She has never danced before so I tried to exlain to her that sometimes this is the process you must go through. Then the bitch got an attitude with me! Then she hung up in my face! She didn’t know it but I was on my way to the club. I saw her at a red light and pulled my truck into the median and got out of the truck. I walked up to her door to open it and she locked it. Then I saw her pull into a gas station and I pulled in and blocked her in. By this time I was pissed. I told her that I bet she wouldn’t get out of the fucking car. She got out and started apologizing. I told her that I knew she was used to being around those guys in the ARMY that kiss her ass nad give her her way but that I’m not them. I told her I don’t treat her with disrespect and that I don’t deserve to be treated that way either. She apologized so I just left. But you know what? I don’t have time for that shit anymore. Fuck her. I tried to help her. It was actually a hindrance to me. It’s not like I’m going to make any money if she gets hired. Then I had to take time out to try to teach her how to hustle and get her hired. These ungrateful bitches… So I am totally done with her. When she calls me or texts me I’m not going to respond. And that’s that.
So I was at work last night and this guy came in and I listened to this fucking moron talk shit about how he was the best dart player in the world, nobody can beat him in darts, how he used to hustle people out of money playing darts, and blah, blah, fucking blah. I kept asking him if he wanted a dance and he kept tellling me in a few minutes. Well I had to suffer through this bullshit for approximately 30 minutes and I finally just got disgusted and walked away while he was talking. Then I told another guy that a dance is thirty. He tried to offer twenty dollars for two songs! Faggot. If you don’t have the money to come to the strip club then don’t come! I hate people like that.
I anticipate staying in Columbia until the 21st of February. Other than that I am still sober, disgusted and in good health. I just hate these fucking people. It’s like a love/hate relationship. I hate them, but where would I be without them?
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