Today’s Song is Dedicated To Paul… Love you baby!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMlF993ANRA

I went to work last night. It was a decent night. I left with $436. I got on the floor at 9:00 p.m. and checked out at 12.  One guy tried to sneak his finger up my ass. That pissed me off. Then another dumbass customer tried to suck my nipples. Then I met another guy who tried to be my boyfriend. He’s like, “I know you get asked out all the time… But if you’re looking for a good man…” You know the rest.

But let me back this up. I got married yesterday. Yep, Paul and I got hitched. I don’t give a fuck what you think. Make your comments, talk your shit. Paul is good to me and for once I finally got it right. I mean, how many men can you beat in the face with a shoe and they don’t touch you? I haven’t worked because he has taken care of everything since I met him. He’s good to me. I have decided if I can’t make this work, I can’t make anyting work. So I got get my marriage certificate tomorrow and my military i.d., dental, medical, vision, etc. But that is not the reason why… He tolerates me well, and well… We all know how I am. No one is going to put up with my shit. But I realize I have some changing to do as well if I am going to make this marriage succeed. He asked me to marry him Saturday.

This industry is lonely. Every employee from the dancer, to the parking lot attendant, to the manager has relationship problems. No one trusts you. No one believes you. They think you are a prostitute, do drugs, and manipulate. Not just dancers either. Everyone questions your intentions. You are not a normal part of society. Nobody accepts you. The only people that come close to understanding or accepting you are those that have an understanding of what I like to call Stripperville. And nine times out of ten those people have some hardcore issues themselves. Am I wrong? I don’t think so. There are always those isolated cases but for the most part I am correct.

I have decided while Paul is deployed I am going to concentrate strictly on my money. I know this sounds like an oxymoron but I am actually a very faithful woman when I love someone. I have danced long enough that I tune my job out. I have enjoyed the vacation but now it’s time to get back to work. I am determined. My attitude is — if you aren’t trying to help me improve myself then fuck you. No one is going to set me back or waste my time.

Oh, and I dedicate today’s song to Paul. When we have our official wedding this will be our song… EVERYONE IS INVITED!

Next time I post I am going to post pics of my arm. It is still healing. Until tomorrow or the day after… Peace the fuck out!

Sluts That Call Strippers Whores…

I dedicate this to the slut from last night…

MAKE SURE YOU HOLD THE CURSOR OVER THE LINK ABOVE THE PICTURE TO LISTEN TO THE SONG FOR THIS POST! WHEN IT COMES UP IN THE WINDOW CLICK PLAY TO LISTEN TO IT FROM THIS PAGE.

As you can see, I made some changes to the page. I thought it was time to update a little bit. And from this point on I am going to select songs that you can listen to while you are reading my blog. I will select songs according to my mood. Music is can make you feel many things. What better way to express yourself?

Well, I worked Saturday night. I left early. I have zero motivation these days. I went out with Paul. We hung out, had a few beers, and went home. Sunday was pretty uneventful. Paul and I laid around the house all day watching movies and eating pizza. Fun.

Last night — not so uneventful. It all started when Paul asked me if I wanted to go out with him and some of the guys in his unit for a sake. We all know what happens when I drink. So we met them at the restaurant. After a large carafe or whatever the hell they serve sake in, we decided to go to a local strip club. I don’t go to the one I work at anymore because I don’t want to get fired on my night off like last time. So we went to a shitty hole in the wall called Mickey’s. We were having a good time. However, there was a girl in the group. She is part of their platoon. I don’t know if that is how you spell that. She was kind of flirty with Paul. I didn’t like it. So I drank more hoping it wouldn’t bother me. I was drinking shots of Patron. I know I had at least five to eight shots and a few beers. The whole ignoring the issue thing — didn’t work for me. Somehow (I was told) I obviously attacked her, head butted my boyfriend, took off my high heel and beat him in the face with it, got kicked out of the strip club, drove the wrong way down the road, and made his nose bleed, and not in that order. Then the girl called me a whore.

Okay. Let’s get one thing clear. It’s pretty fucking hard to offend me. Seriously… I am immune to being called a whore. If there was an immunization made, I was injected. I honestly don’t care if people call me a whore. I mean what are you going to do? Talk about my job? Call me a bitch? A slut? Fat? That’s all been done. I want people to be more creative when they get mad. Call me broke or something. Now that may actually get a rise out of me. Tell me I am going to be doomed to the titty bar until I am too old to wipe my own ass. That may hurt.

The same bitches that call me a whore will get drunk and go home with a random guy from the bar after they have paid for all their own drinks. FOR FREE! They are the same bitches that give their boyfriends lap dances at the club. They WISH they had the balls to strip. When they are at work at Wal-Mart, I am grinding their boyfriend’s cock for twenty bucks that they probably gave him before he went out. At least I try to capitalize on the fact that I am a woman instead of spreading my legs to everyone so the whole community can laugh at me. If you’re going to be a slut, why not get paid for it? If you want to flirt, grind, dress provocatively, tell lies, and in general act like a slut, I know someone that will pay you! The girl that called me a whore spent her evening getting drunk and flirting with five guys while grabbing their asses. One of them I suspect is a sexual predator. I have good reason to think so. I am around men often and there are some things about him that just aren’t normal. But that’s another post. She has a boyfriend back home but is playing strip poker in the barracks with the G.I.’s. But I am a whore? You silly girl. Then she told me I was ugly and she didn’t see how I made any money. That is so obviously false that I am not even going to address it. Then Paul said some things to me that really were low blows. I understand that I was wrong for beating him with my high heel and head butting him. I must have really hurt his feelings because he really hurt mine. When we got home (again I don’t remember this) I grabbed a knife and cut my arm open. Now I have a big gash in my arm that needs stitches. I am not going to the doctor because I have mental health issues in my past that may cause me to be hospitalized. Actually I am absolutely positive they would hospitalize me. So here I am… I used to be a cutter. It’s been a long time. I guess old habits are hard to kick.

I really scared Paul though. So for the final time — I am done drinking. Tried, tested, and true… I can not drink. I am surprised Paul stays with me through all of this. I don’t know why he does. It’s not like I give him money. I don’t buy him anything. I often wonder why he doesn’t leave my crazy ass alone. I know I have issues. He is patient with me through everything. I guess that’s why I love him. He’s like a mainstay. He’s loyal, dependable, and he puts up with my bullshit. Now I have to work on treating him better so I don’t lose him…

You know what kills me? When you are a stripper everyone smiles at you. They think you’re so pretty and they kiss your ass. The guys all drool over you. Every time you walk away you can feel them burning a hole in your ass with their eyes. It’s all okay. Until someone gets mad. Then you are the biggest whore in the world. Do people really think that no one has ever done this to a stripper? It’s actually expected. The first thing someone is going to do when they get mad is to call you a whore. They are jealous. They start that fucking, “I’m a saint bullshit.” Guess what? You can’t bullshit me. There are people that don’t strip that do way worse shit than I do. “Oh, you’re a whore and my pussy is so virginal. Wanna see it? It’s got a white wedding dress on right now, don’t you pussy?” Please bitch. You probably can’t remember the names of everyone you slept with in the last week. I am glad I am fortunate enough that people do pay me for my time. The girl that called me a whore was so ugly I wouldn’t have her stuffed up my ass. Anyways… I selected a song for this post. I hope you enjoy it. I am going to be in Tennessee this weekend. I am leaving Thursday and coming back Sunday. This is the whore signing off until next time…

Finally went back to work… Again…

\”Paper Plate\” by M.I.A.Wow… I have been really lazy lately! I went back to work last night. I made decent money. I made most of my money off a young guy named Adrian. He was cool and respectful during our dances. He was also good conversation. Last night was easy sailing.

I guess I have nothing exciting to report. When I got back one of the girls informed me that one of our shot girls got drunk and was outside the club the previous night puking into her newly purchased breasts held up by none other than her low cut top. That was a pretty good laugh. When she walked by I said her name and when she looked I acted like I was dry heaving just to be an asshole.

Skeletor fucked with me a little bit last night. I lined up first in line for showtime and she ran to the front of the line and cut. I didn’t give a fuck honestly. All she did was put her ugly mug before mine and make me look better. “See here we have extremely’s. The first one, standing seven foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred pounds is — Skeletor. Making her look like a toddler, behind Skeletor we have the extremely beautiful — Alicia.” Not that I am extremely beautiful but when the crowd sees her face as the first option I am sure they would be grateful to see Jack Black following immediately behind her to alleviate any concerns they may have had about the quality of girls the club hires. Dumb bitch.

Other than that no interesting new news. Still keeping up in my school work, working out, and avoiding the club as much as possible. Hey, I’m broke but I’m happy. I never thought I would say that. You know, if I read back to my first post and see how I have evolved since then I am actually pleased. I see evidence that I am starting to pull my head out of my ass which is always a positive thing.

I may work tomorrow. I will definitely be back by Monday. I included a song on here I really like. I like the meaning. So I guess that’s all. If you just can’t get enough of my awesome tales you can always come see me at the club. You know where to find me. Later, bitches.

Finally went to work…

Last night I went back to work! I had a good night. I did well with little aggravation. One guy aggravated me. We were dancing in the back and he kept telling me how to dance. He was like, “Do what that girl there is doing.” But he said it with a really redneck accent. Then he asked me if he could be the one to unzip my outfit. I damn near had to slap his hands to get them away from my zipper. I was mentally rolling my eyes and kicking his testacles while we danced. I thought to myself, “If you know how to give such a good lap dance why don’t you go shave your legs and get to work?” Then he told me to slap him in the face. I know he meant with my tits but he aggravated me so bad I had to play dumb. I hit him with an open hand. Hard. And then I pretended to be as dingy as Paris Hilton. Like I didn’t know. Yeah, right. Then after all that aggravation he handed me just enough for the dance. No tip. Then he wanted to hug me after the dance. I don’t mean a normal hug. I mean a two minute, smash my face in his chest, make all my makeup come off, ass grabbing hug. That fucking enraged me. I wanted to shove him. So in summary, he bossed me while I did my lap dance, copped cheap feels, was perverted, crude, and wanted to feel me up afterward even though he didn’t tip. Fucking unreal. Where do these people come from? Again, I don’t hate customers. He was a little excessive and annoying.

I had another guy come in and he took care of me. He wanted me to bite his chest through his shirt. Of course, I am too much of a germaphobe to bite anyone’s bare skin. We went back twice. He ended up giving me close to $300 or $350 over those two sessions. He was respectful and quite nice actually. The biting thing… Not so weird. At least it didn’t include feces or urine. I guess everyone has different things that turn them on. He didn’t waste my timeor lead me on, he was polite, and didn’t try to cop cheap feels. Our conversation flowed naturally and I felt comfortable with him. Those are the best kinds of customers. Then I danced for another guy who got one dance for $20 and tipped me $20. I thought that was nice. Then his friend did the same. It felt kind of good to get back to work.

I am really excited to graduate! March is going to be here soon. I just finished my first block of classes. I recieved an 98% in one class. I haven’t recieved my final grade for the other one. She hasn’t graded my final project yet which was a PowerPoint presentation. It counts for a third of my final grade. Without that included my grade is presently an 86%. I will keep you posted.

I have been working out more. I feel great! I haven’t been drinking as much. I drank a little bit in Florida but that was it. I feel better since I’m not getting wasted all the time.

I didn’t work tonight. Paul is getting deployed soon so I am spending time with him. I will go back to work on Monday though. I am going to start taking weekends off. Except for military pay day weekends. Football season is coming up soon so I will be going to South Carolina to work after some home games like Georgia, Tennessee, etc. Paul (I am just going to use his real name from now on) and I are still doing well. I feel comfortable with him. He is really good to me. I posted a pic of me and him at the top when we went to Florida. Well, signing off for the night. Stay tuned. Like I always say…. There’s more of where this shit came from.