Dear Frank, Go fuck yourself… Oh, yeah… And your mom’s a cunt.

21 12 2008

I REALLY like this song

I guess we can all see the most recent comment. Let me start the blog by saying this to “Frank”, if that is your real name. I’m sorry. When I started this blog I don’t think I had it in my mind that I would need your mutherfucking approval for anything. I can do whatever the FUCK I want to do. And I don’t have to answer to a cock sucker like you. So go fuck yourself. And from now on, don’t question me about my affairs punk. You don’t know shit about stripping. Your comment doesn’t bother me. I fucking live to make fun of people like you. So bring it bitch! I will leave it up so people can see how you grossly misinterpret things. I do not blow twenty guys before I come to work. But if I wish to I can. It’s my fucking mouth. Men like you are the reason strippers have attitudes. You and your mindless mentality. I am a stripper so I am supposed to kiss some old guy on the mouth? Man, your head is really fucked up. But hey, what do you expect? They let anyone on the internet. You can do what you want to with your infected mouth. I will keep mine off the customers. Thank you very much. Biatch. And stay off my blog you fuck face. Oh, yeah… Your mom’s a cunt.

Now that that’s out of the way. I am writing to you from Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. I am spending the night here. I had some affairs to take care of. I went to Tennessee for a couple weeks around Thanksgiving. My dad got laid off so in order to keep his job he had to move to Dallas, Texas. I am not sure that I will be going to Tennessee.

Work has sucked ass. They hired so many girls! We have sixty girls on the weekends. That is fucking ridiculous. My grades are still good in school. I am looking forward to graduating so much. I have formulated a plan. Want to hear it? Here it is… After I graduate I am going to enlist for three years in the ARMY. I will enlist as an officer. If they accept me. I have some things in my past that may hinder my plans. If for some reason that doesn’t work out I will apply for a civilian contracting job with the military. Third option is Verizon wireless. Ever since I got back from Tennessee I just don’t have the will power anymore to dance. If that’s what you want to call that ungodly sinning. My heart isn’t there anymore. Those of you that have been faithful readers went through this with me a few months ago. It may pass. However, I still think September is my official out date. After that it will never be a full time job to me again. Maybe weekends, but never the focal point of my life.

I’ve been keeping myself busy with school and working out. I took tonight off to work on a paper that’s due tomorrow.  I have been really stressed for time lately. I bought a few of my papers off the internet and got caught. My instructor said that she would be reporting my misconduct to academic affairs. She said if it was my first time getting in trouble I would just recieve a warning. And I’m in Jacksonville. I can’t remember if I blogged about my last trip down here to dance but these strip clubs are terrible. Have you ever seen a really shitty club that thinks they are Deja Vu? Yeah… There was one I walked into that I think they should rename “Tubbies”.

I woke up this morning and took my friend Aziza to the airport. I love that girl. She’s so smart. She’s in the ARMY. She got back from deployment not too long ago. She speaks six languages and eleven dialects of Arabic. She went to Egypt to visit her family. On the 30th I will meet her at JFK airport in New York City. I am so excited. We are doing New Year’s in New York! I have never been. We booked a hotel room in Queens which I hear is not the best neighborhood. I am sure we will live. I’ve never ridden the subway. This is just a whole new experience for me. I will make sure I take pictures. If I get killed in Queens, I’ll take pictures of that too and post them when I get a chance.

As far as work… What can I say? If I don’t blog every day I forget my interesting stories. Oh… There were some UFC fighters that came in. They did a support for the troops match. I got a picture with Victor Davilla. I am posting it with this blog. He was a real cool guy. The stupid bitches I work with wear on me. I don’t have time to listen to eighteen year old’s problems. They are so fucking lame! Was I like that? This is me wrapping it up. I am back home where I have internet now so look for more blogs soon. Very soon.


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21 12 2008
Steve

Alicia: Tell frank what state I live in and me the old boy will go out behind the wood shed and have a talk. He is obviously a bitter old man. You keep your head up girl. I know some people like to talk shit about people, but like you said it is obvious he did not even read the post as closely as he should have. Hope you have a great holiday season. We will see you soon.

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