Happy Thanksgiving

Sometimes my life is so crazy that I have trouble believing it.

I feel like I can't even talk about some of the stuff that goes on because you can never really be anonymous on the internet.

Well, I guess I can say that this Thanksgiving was fruitful and it will be one that I never forget.

Painless week (sort of).

I worked a lot last week and it was a fairly fruitful one. Made over $500 every night I worked, which in these times I'm very happy with.

On Thursday I had 2 vips.

The first one was a half hour and he was the adorable 'never been to a strip club' type. I could tell right away by the way he kept his hands to his side like a good boy. Easy Peasy.

The second guy was pretty awesome as well. I sat with him for almost the whole night, but I got close to $600 out of him, so it's all good. I actually enjoyed him as a person, which is rare.

Both guys were married, though. This job makes me feel quite skeptical about marriage. I doubt I'll ever get married anyways. I don't really have much to offer another human being.

I'm working this Thanksgiving, so hopefully that will be good.

On the other hand, I crashed into a tile floor last night and probably have a concussion as well as a nasty bruise on my hip/thigh. At the time of impact I was stoned and had been drinking so I didn't feel much of the pain. Today is a different story.

What's wrong with men

So my friend won't shut up about how she still loves her ex and it's driving me crazy. Every single day she's moaning about how she loves him and is going to kill herself and blah blah blah.

He is a fucking asshole. If someone doesn't care enough about you to act like a civil fucking human being towards you why would you waste your time and energy on that person.

She's been dating a ton but I guess she hasn't found anyone she's clicked with. I'm not sure men really understand the notion of 'clicking'. It seems to me that they are mostly concerned with fucking and how many drinks they're going to have to buy before the fucking happens.

It's this general attitude that makes me want to kill them. I fantasize about it far more than anyone should. I don't know why I have such a problem with sex. If I were certain that in every case the female wants to have sex just for the sake of sex just as badly as the man, then it wouldn't bother me. What bothers me is that men see it as just sex. They don't care about the person whose vagina they're penetrating, they care about the vagina. A lot of women don't realize this and think there's more to it. There's not.

Men are scum and they don't even have much control over it. I just want to see them suffer.

When bad turns to great

Wednesday night started out horribly. I was in a piss poor mood and just stood around glaring at customers all night.

At around 2:00 I had accepted the fact that the night had been a bust and decided I'd just try again tomorrow. Then, as I was dancing for some regulars I noticed a guy staring at me in the corner. He was wearing a baseball cap and a t-shirt, but I just had a feeling about him.

I decided to approach, and after about 2 minutes of small-talk he asked if I wanted to spend the rest of the night in VIP. Fuck an A!

He was fairly obnoxious in vip, but at $400 an hour I can't complain. At one point he did pull out some coke but I faced the other way and let him do his shit.

So the night turned out waaaaaay better than I expected and I didn't have to work Thursday.

The life of a stripper.