slow typing ahead

Keyboard is still broken. I'm probably going to buy a new one this weekend.

I worked sat and sun. Of course a million people had to come up to me and remind me of how drunk I was two weeks ago. No shit, I was there for that.

I finally had the balls to talk with the bouncer and let him know our relationship wasn't going to happen. I told him it was because i had met someone, but the truth is I don't want to date someone I work with.

That's all i can manage to type with this on-screen keyboard.

Wednesday night was my first night back after a 2 week hiatus.

I made absolutely no money until 11:15.

I did do a lot of shots with the bartender, the floor guy, the dj, and the manager!

I was saved by an hour VIP with a guy who i've been to VIP with a few times before.

He didn't remember me as evidenced by his exit statement: "I had a really good time, I think we have a lot of chemistry."

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I blew too high so I wasn't able to drive home. I tried to call my roommate to pick me up but his phone was off. I got a ride from the bartender (who's in love with me).

When I got home I didn't see my roommate's car in the lot so I checked his room. He was there-along with some random girl in his bed. Whatever.

I was far more upset than I should have been. Mostly because he couldn't bring me to my car the next morning. God forbid he goes out of his way to help me out. The fucking universe might collapse inside itself or something.

I'm moving in a month. I can't wait.

I lost my underwear...

So Wednesday night didn't go as well as planned. My VIP was not there when I showed up-which led me to sit with this young-ish guy from Jacksonville which led me to 8 or so shots of Grey Goose, which led me to the dressing room calling an ex, which led me to said ex's house...and yeah. Such an awful irresponsible stripper I am. Then I had to do the walk of shame the next morning to retrieve my keys from the club so I could get my precious car back. Not to mention the VIP did show up (late) but my drunk ass left without collecting my $200. Oh well. That was my fourth consecutive night in a row worked, so I was obviously burnt out or something.

Plus I lost my favorite bottoms in my drunken stupor.

The other night I was dancing for this guy on the floor (as in NOT in VIP) and at the beginning of my second dance he tells me "sometimes I cum a little by accident; I don't mean to and I'm sorry but it happens," after which I stepped back a good two feet and replied "no problem, baby" in my sweetest voice. Lame fucker.

There's a fine line between showing enough appreciation for my services and showing too much appreciation. Cash is my favorite form of appreciation and is infact required no matter what. Other than that an erection is acceptable-even expected in VIP-and I may internally feel somewhat disappointed if one is not achieved. Ejaculating is not ever flattering, it's just gross. So if any customers or potential customers are reading this (they're not), keep that in mind please. You'll be able to maintain the iota of respect I may have for you.