Ice pellets

Money wasn't too good for me yesterday (I was just short of my $500), but work was pretty fun. A girl who I haven't seen for a while was there and she cracks my shit up. She got a real job so she only works Saturdays now, and I hardly ever work them. We get a half hour vip at the very end of the night and it was hilarious. The guy was super dumb, drunk, and had no sense of humor, which made it all the better. I swear, I'm emotionally 14.

When I got to work last night it was ice pelleting (I hear it's called sleet) on my car.

The bouncer is relentless in his pursuit of me. I'm surprised he hasn't given up yet.

A customer referred to me as one of the 'top girls' last night. It wasn't just a random customer, but a guy who comes in a lot and knows many of the girls. We were talking about money and how much money strippers make considering how many hours we put in (I've realized that if I worked 40 hours a week at the club I'd be making over $100,000 a year) and he said that we do make a ridiculous amount of money, 'especially the top girls like me, sparkle, and cinnamon' (names have been changed for privacy purposes). I never really think of myself as such, but I have been at the club for a while, and considering my very low key hustle (no hustle at all, really) I do pretty well.

I got an email from the ex-roomie last night, we're so silly.

I am excited about New Year's Eve! Free sake all night, and my outfit is sick.

Hungover

Ugh. Last night was terrible. I ended up not going in to work 'cause I had tanned that day and the bed I was in must have had new bulbs or something 'cause I looked crispy by the time night rolled around. I knew I wouldn't have enough confidence to deal with people looking like a fucking lobster so I went to the liquor store instead.

Then I get a text from an acquaintance of mine (some guy who takes me to nice restaurants and stuff in hopes that I'll fuck him, but I won't) about going to another club and eating sushi. For some reason I decided that would be better than staying in and drinking so I went. Not before downing two shots of vodka. The club was really nice but so so dead.

Had about 5 more shots and a large thing of sake. I got some dances, and then met a chick who used to work at my club and I guess we hit it off 'cause I noticed her number in my phone this morning.

I started to feel pretty bad so we left and I actually had to have my acquaintance pull over on the way home so I could puke. How classy.

I got home, puked some more and passed the fuck out. Then when I woke up this morning with super dehydration I realized I was out of powerade and had to make a trip to the gas station to get some.

I went shopping today and got my shoes for new year's eve. I LOVE them. They're are exactly what I pictured in my head and that hardly ever happens. They were only $50.00, too. Yay.

I'm working tomorrow night, so we'll see how that is.

Nothing spectacular

Last night was pretty great. I nearly made $1,000 and my shift was only a little over 5 hours.

I had three 1/2 hour vips, all were tolerable.

I find it hilarious when customers who I have seen and even talked with before start asking me how long I've worked here and when I tell them nearly two years and they act surprised. "Really?!?!?! I've never seen you before!" Yes you have, retard.

I started tanning again, and while I fucking hate that shit I notice that I make more money when I'm a bit less pale. Is cancer worth an extra $200-$300 a week? I dunno.

My last vip of the night was this young asian dude who talked like a California stoner guy and just sat there and smoked cigarettes the whole time. Freaking hilarious. He's coming back tonight with some more people, so hopefully he'll be good for a couple hundred.

I really need to get some new outfits and shoes. What always happens is I'll buy a new outfit and wear it once and then decide I don't like it and never wear it again. I have about 4 old standbys that I always end up wearing week after week-but I doubt the men really care about such things.

Mr. California

So there was this guy that I met last September (2008) that I am pretty sure was my soulmate. Anyways, I was looking at pictures of him on myspace and I noticed he's sporting a ring on his marriage ring finger, so fuck that.

I'm working tonight and I have high hopes. I worked the Sunday-Monday-Tuesday before new year's eve lineup last year and had an excellent week. Probably going to be another case of go in with high hopes, leave dejected a la last Wednesday.

On another note, I somehow turned on the overwrite function so now whenever I need to fix something in my entry it overwrites the next letter and I have to retype everything. Any idea how to fix this?

Christmas eve eve

I suppose I didn't really address work in my last post so here's the night before the night before Christmas breakdown.

Not as good as expected. I don't really know why I expected it to be great-I guess I felt like a lot of people would be out partying before 'family time'.

We had so many girls. Girls I hadn't seen in months. I think we had around 60, which for a club that size is a lot.

I had a customer in, but he's kind of a pain in the ass. He always buys me tons of drinks. I think he thinks if he can get me fucked up enough he can get away with more in VIP. I dunno. I could tell he was getting aggravated last night and I only got ~200 out of him.

Near the end of the night there was this really fucked up guy who kept handing me $20s and having me dance for random dudes in the club. I think he gave me around $150-200 total.

All in all it wasn't a terrible night money-wise, just a lot of girls which is annoying to me for some reason.

Tomorrow is Christmas. Yay I guess.

my email

so here's the email i just sent my ex-roommate:

Holy crap-i just puked my brains out. I feel like my liver is not doing so well, even though I know you have to drink for a lot longer than I have to really fuck your shit up. I remember when I first started stripping I would make fun of the girls who had to drink to make it through the night and now I'm one of them. I guess it's just the natural progression of things. I don't even like alcohol anymore. Sorry I'm emailing you this shit, it's just good to tell someone who I don't really associate with 'cause i have very specific relationships with the people i know and i don't want to fuck that shit up. I kinda wish I had never started stripping and I had never met you, i guess the two are somewhat related in my head. I feel bad about my roommate, i never talk to him 'cause i feel like that will avoid any 'conflicts' but I'm pretty sure he thinks i'm an antisocial cunt. I guess I kinda am.

It's been 2 years

So I worked Tuesday, Thursday and Friday last week. All went quite well.

Sometimes when I think about what guys spend in a strip club I get freaked out. On Friday I had a guy tip me a $20 on stage and then pay $40 for a dance (dance prices are $10/song). That's $60 in about 5 minutes. Then I realized that maybe he makes $500,000/year and what he spent on me in equivalent to me getting a value meal at Wendy's. Or maybe he's scraping by on $30,000/year and has a problem. Who knows.

The waitresses have been introducing me to a lot of customers lately...I don't know what that's about. I'm never sure if I should tip them for it...I guess if the customer they put me with spends over $200 on me it would be appropriate to give a 10-20% tip. I might try that next week.

I can't believe I've been stripping for 2 years now. So much for the get in and get out strategy.

I just don't understand sex. I'm not a sexual person and I feel like I don't have sexuality. I just happen to be young and cute and guys aren't perceptive of the fact that there's nothing actually sexy about me. When guys ask me sexual stuff, e.g., what's your favorite position, thing to do in bed, etc., I just giggle and give some stupid answer about how it depends on the situation. What am I supposed to say? I couldn't care less about sex and I'm grossed out by your boner?

I miss L and I'm pissed off about it. Every time I start getting pouty about it I just have to wonder what the fuck my problem is. He didn't like me-he made that clear. He's not the first guy I've have sex with. I didn't even like him at first. I should have never given him my number.

I hate that we play these stupid games. One of us will ignore the other and the ignored one will do stupid shit to get the other's attention. Then the cycle reverses. I feel like he should just ignore me once and for all since he's the 32 year old.

I don't understand how he could complaim about me crawling into bed with him once in a boue moon, and then a week later come into my room and jump in my bed. Extreme cognitive dissonance?

I hate that he likes stupid girls because he thinks stupid = happy.

I hate that he thinks he's enlightened, yet went out of his was to buy a bed 3 weeks before he had to move (when he had been without one for the previous 5 months) because there was a chance that a girl might have been staying the night.

I hate that he goes out of his way to mention that a girl is coming over or he's at a girl's house when it has nothing to do with the conversation. What's the point in trying to make me jealous?

For someone who claims that the ego is the root of all evil, he sure has a gigantic one. He should lead a cult-I feel like he has the personality and is delusional enough to be effective at it.

Would you be offended...

Work on Sunday sucked. I did about 4 dances on the floor and got replaced in my one and only VIP.

I sat with this guy that I recognized from about a year ago. He was a total coke head scum bag, but he had a lot of money and I remember doing 1 1/2 hours with him last time and him being manageable.

Well, I had to go on stage and while I was up there another girl went and sat with him. I gave her the benefit of the doubt that she didn't know I was there, and clearly he didn't tell her to leave, so whatever. I know she's a good hustler and can often get guys into VIP, so I figured it might be to my advantage that she was there.

After my set I went and sat back down and we all talked. Finally he agreed to a room with both of us and things were looking good. Unfortunately he had already withdrawn too much cash from his account and his bank wouldn't let him take any more out of the ATM, so the room and our money had to go on credit.

When we got up there things seemed to be going well, the girl I was with was sort of taking control and I was just swaying along in the background. We were in the most private vip, which always worries me because that's the one where the most shit goes down.

Anyway, my fellow dancer started to get really nasty and it made me very uncomfortable so I just faced the other way and pretended this wasn't happening. I could tell the guy was annoyed that I wasn't being as...friendly, and at the end of the first half-hour the girl turns to me and asks, "Would you be offended if we brought up another girl?"

Whatever, I didn't want to be there for that shit anyways. So she brought up some other girl who was probably just as raunchy as her and they stayed for another hour.

I spent the rest of the night bitching to the floor guys about the customers and acting like a retard with a fellow dancer who was in a rotten mood like me.

On another note, I didn't drink at all that night. Mostly due to the fact that I partied a bit hard over the weekend and was coming down from various substances which made me feel sad.

I miss L ("the ex-roommate").

Back to work again

Tonight is going to be my first night back to work after a week and half long hiatus. Blah.

I'm getting tired of this job but the money is so damn nice.

I've been smoking a lot of weed lately, but unfortunately I've realized I must get a shitty weed high because it's certainly not as great as most people make it out to be.

I think I'm going to be moving out west in March, so that will be exciting! Then it's back to Tech in the fall and hopefully a degree sometime after that.

Well, off to get naked and pretend to like it.