Hangover…. :(

I can tell I am getting older by the hangover I am sporting from last night’s escapades. I went to bed at eleven o’clock and am beat. I think I may go home early and rest today. We ended up spending aroudn $80 bucks. I recognize that’s not a huge amount but it probably could have went for something of more value than a hangover the next day. Oh well…. What do you do? Just try to do better in the future.

Phillip put some ads out in the local paper for a handyman. He is still working at his full time job, as am I. We are hoping this thing picks up and we can make it into a business. We had our first call yesterday which was very exciting. I will call the lady back today with the quote amount. Sometimes I feel rather guilty that Phillip works in the hundred degree heat (and yes, it’s been 100 degrees literally in the past few days) while I sit in the air conditioning behind a desk. Second thought, I don’t feel bad. However, I do recognize that it sucks to be him on these hot days.

I have been playing with Adobe Dreamweaver a bit. I am thiking about purchasing it and building my own website and moving this thing off of here. Instead of buying just the Dreamweaver software, I would like to purchase the whole Adobe creative suite. It costs quite a bit though. If anyone would like to contribute you may do so here.

***After I posted this I tried to post a HTML Paypal donation button but it wouldn’t accept the code. Keep an eye out though!

Remember there are a million reasons to contribute. The biggest reason is so I can get DreamWeaver and/or the Adobe Creative Suite. Number two, I’m SEXY! At least I’m not panhandling and asking for crack! I am using this money for something fun which brings me to point number 3. I entertain you! So just donate. It doesn’t have to be a lot. I would prefer it to be, but it doesn’t have to be. Even a little will help. Come on, put your mouse on the button, click it, and donate. You won’t miss $10. Or $1,000. Okay maybe you would, but donate what you can. Thanks!

Okay, I will be back soon. We are getting closer to the weekend and it’s sure to bring some craziness with it. Bye for now!

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This guy is my hero! LOL I hope he accepts my friend request when he gets out of prison.

Good morning everyone!

I am so excited that everyone viewed my blog yesterday! I want to encourage you guys to leave comments and feedback about what you would like to see in the future. You guys are the reason I do this… I also do it to vent because I am an angry stripper b$tch! LOL

So I was wondering Z, are you out there? Do you still read my blog anymore? I checked your website www.catharticlament.com and haven’t seen any new posts. Get with it man!

I was taking Phillip to work this morning and passed a mere shack of a bar. The sign out front said, “Early bird? We open at 7 am. Free pool on M and W.” Or something close to that. It made me laugh. I did take a pic but can’t upload it now because I am at work. I will soon though.

Since I have been trolling around the net lately I have come across a few very interesting (and some horrible) blogs. Some of them were ladies just like myself who have worked in this industry. Some were just downright funny! Here was a tweet that I liked, posted by one of my followers on Twitter:
“I’ll take a Belvedere and Voss please. With organic lemon. On the rocks. But only if the rocks are made of frozen Voss.” If I find anything else that is interesting I will be sure to share. I did come across Too Short’s Twitter account which is hilarious! Make sure you find it and follow it if you need a good laugh or two throughout the day.

Lately I have been trying to expand my blog but I am always conflicted. Can I say where I am located? How much of my personal life should I include? Should I keep it strictly focused on the subject at hand? What would you guys like to see? Should I post pictures of myself? Do I want picture of myself on the internet linked to being a stripper? In the age of technology, it is probable that it could come back to haunt me one day. I am not a blog extraordinaire so I want to emphasize again, please leave feedback!

The work week is almost over and I will probably be working this weekend. There is another thing I am conflicted about. I am 29 years old now. I have a decent job now and make around $40 K a year. Sometimes I want to quit and go back to my other job full time. I have decided that if anything happens with this job, that is what I will do. I am still a temporary at this job so we will see how everything pans out… On one hand it’s good to have the stability and steady paycheck. I think since the recession hit, dancing it not what it used to be. I would hate to think the grass is greener on the other side and be disappointed so I will stick it out here for now and work part time. Part time has meant nearly none lately. I haven’t been working that much in the past few months. I could always use more $$$ though!

I will definitely be posting again soon! Comments? Questions?

Follow me on Twitter at strippersmemoir or you can also look me up on facebook with my email address strippersmemoir@gmail.com. Ciao!

Update

I had no idea it had been so long since my last post. I don’t know where the time went.

I am going to take this blog to another level… This starts with Twitter. Click the link below to follow me on Twitter!

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To update everyone on what I am doing… I am working. I still moonlight now and then. I have a good job and am in the process of working on my Bachelor’s. We will consider the possibility of more schooling after. I am living down South and have been going through a horrible legal deal with my mother that I will elaborate upon later. I will be up and running again soon. I will post again this week sometime.

Productivity is key

It is getting late and I have an interview early in the morning. I have an interview tomorrow at 8:30 am so I have to get up early and get ready. I can summarize today as being productive. I set up my interview. I cleaned the salt off the truck from that god awful snow from up north ***insert puke noise here***. This is hilarious… He told me very matter of factly that I had better return any belongings of his by mail. When I was going through the truck (Phillip never was good at keeping a vehicle clean) I found a pocket pussy still in the box. I’m going to be an asshole and mail it back to him. Guess he had bought it while we were apart. Imagine the people’s faces at the post office when I send this care package. It’s going to have some hand tools, two clips for a .45, some miscellaneous paper work, and a pocket pussy. I have to leave the gun clips in the car before bringing them in to ask if I can send them by mail. He’s lucky I’m nice enough to send his stuff back. A few years ago, maybe I wouldn’t have been so nice. I stopped by the store and got some stuff I needed, sent out some resumes, and got settled in. That was a good day. I also went to go look at an apartment but have decided for $675 a month I can rent a house.

I have got to go. Just wanted to update. You will be hearing from me soon…

I am home…

So this morning I got up and packedmy shit. Phillip left for work and I followed through. Tyler Perry said you won’t know a good woman is gone until she’s gone. Well, guess what? LOL

It was funny because I had taken a wrong turn in Pittsburgh and didn’t realize there would be ice out. I accidentally pulled into a downhill driveway and couldn’t get back up the hill! I didn’t see the ice when I pulled in. Anyways, after spinning my tires to death and fishtailing I finally went and knocked on the guy’s door who owned the driveway and asked if he could help. Thus starts my journey back to South Carolina.

I arrived around 5 p.m. EST. Went out to eat with my friend (a woman). Phillip did call a few times. Did I answer? Probably not. Then one of the girls that used to live in our apartment complex in Pittsburgh said he called her and said I took all his $. Well I don’t like being accused… I have my ways… If you are going to be accused may as well do it right. Plus we are married. What’s his is mine and what’s mine is mine. I wouldn’t call it stealing. I would call it joint property.

I have settled in and am about to go to bed after seeing the people I was pulled away from for so long. Night! Will keep you informed. Muah!

Tomorrow’s coming like a freight train

I put in my notice at work today. My boss said he would give me a good reference even if I didn’t give two weeks notice (just like a stripper, huh?). I am sitting at home. While acting like I was cleaning house I got most of my stuff situated so I can just grab it tomorrow. I am a little sad but know that the further away from him I get, the better off I will be. I sent out some resumes at work today. I have an interview set up somewhere for Thursday or Friday. I’m supposed to call when I get back to South Carolina. In the midst of all this, it is important that I keep a paycheck stub. I feel a little sense of sadness that it didn’t work but I am confident I am making the right decision. Not only for me but for my daughter and — I hate to say it, even him. Both of us our miserable. He looks at me with such contempt. I can say in my heart of hearts I was faithful. I can say I tried. I even quit dancing. I put myself in counseling to work on my issues thinking if I can fix me I could fix us. I can’t fix everything. I am going back to South Carolina and am going to start my life over. A healthy life. One where I am single, independent, and while I may moonlight here and there — am building something other than being in the strip club everyday. I feel it’s important for me to keep a real job even if it’s just entry level. Not only for my custody hearing but for myself so that I can feel a sense of accomplishment.

I will be leaving in the morning. He leaves for work at 5:30 a.m. I will be spending the next hour or two packing my stuff. We are supposed to have freezing rain here. Worst case scenario, if the weather gets bad I will get a motel. As long as I am anywhere but here. I think this year I am going to make it a point to go to Mardi Gras. I have always wanted to go to Mardi Gras and even New Orleans for that matter. I feel good and am optimistic about the future. I will keep you guys posted even if it’s just short little posts here and there. Thanks for all the supportive emails and comments. The only reason I keep writing is because you guys keep reading.