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Worked Saturday and Sunday. Both sucked. I made a total of $700. That should one night's income, not two.

On Saturday I sat at the bar and bought myself shots for the first 3 hours of the night. A few guys actually came up to me and tried to start conversation or buy dances but I said 'no thanks'. Maybe not in those words but...yeah. Then little old asian man came in and I sat and danced for him for the rest of the night. Would have made more off of him if these other two skanks didn't come over and invade. It was just supposed to be my friend (who is good friends with old asian) and I, but because old asian man spends so much money all the girls come sniffing around when he's in.

Sunday was just retarded. It was dead and the customers were gross. I had a few customers ask me about vip and as soon as I told them they had to keep their dick in their pants and they couldn't touch anywhere my g-string covered they were all like "ok, thanks for coming by" which translates to "you're not whorey enough for me because I'm a nasty pervert who has to pay for sexual contact and can't even do so in the appropriate environment."

At the end of the night on Sunday I started talking to this dumb young drunk kid who was trying to take out $500 from the atm but kept getting declined. He was only able to take out $100 and promptly handed it over to me but $500 would have been better.

Some girl at work who's been super friendly with me lately invited me to her house warming party next weekend. She had to move out of her place 'cause her boyfriend beat the shit out of her. Strippers sure know how to pick em. She's one of the top girls. Bleach blonde hair, fake boobs, tan skinny body, cute outfits, prissy attitude-she's got it down. I like her though and she gets me customers. Plus she knows all the club gossip so I can feel in the loop after conversing with her.

The Ex texted me last night asking about my new place and inviting me out to go...ROCK CLIMBING! He's so fucking dumb. He knows I don't do the climbing thing. I've told him multiple times that my nails are too long and it's just not that fun for me but still every week he asks. If he'd rather cling on to some stupid fucking (fake) rock than hang out with me that's cool but the sex stops. He's not about to just do what he wants and hang out with his friends and then call me or stop by when he wants to fuck. There must be a 3:1 ratio of hanging out to fucking I've decided.

I don't understand how my coworkers get their significant others to fucking pick them up from work every night at 4 in the fucking morning and that sort of shit and I can't even get a guy who will hang out with me twice a week and maybe pay for a meal or two. I really fucking suck.

5 in a row

Tonight will be my fifth consecutive night working. Fuck.

I'm in a bit of a funk right now and I just feel like working. All the time. I haven't even been drinking at work. I want to be perfect. Well, look perfect. I already know my personality is shit and there's nothing I can fucking do about that. I want to care about other people-I'm sick of being selfish. Everyone is selfish, right?

I've lost some weight over the past few days because I've been working so much. I like looking thin. Makes you look more...expensive if that makes any sense. I need to go tanning again. And a new outfit.

I don't even remember Sunday night...I did get a vip with this really sweet guy who was stoned out of his mind and thought that I might actually consider dating him.

Oh and these two cokeheads that came in. My friend and I called it right when they walked through the door-"these guys are fucking coked up." Sure enough when we start talking to them they ask if we can get them some blow. Yeah and no. Neither of the resident drug dealers were in yet. 10 minutes we told them. 10 minutes turned out to be 3 fucking hours and things went terribly wrong. The more obnoxious of the pair was dancing around the club like a maniac and kept getting reprimanded by the bouncers. We tried to get him in vip, but he wanted to wait for his coke. He did buy two large bottles of Nuvo and countless other drinks for almost every girl in the club. His buddy ended up going to vip with some nasty chick who fucks customers bareback in the back. They were back there for 4 hours. Obnoxious guy just kept acting obnoxious so I left. Fuck cokeheads.

Monday night was very slow. Luckily I got a vip at the end of the night. It was a couple. On their first date. All they did was make out and...manually stimulate eachother while I stood in the corner of the room like a awkward voyeur or something. At one point I did start dancing for the guy and his chick got jealous and started to try and 'show me up'. Listen lady, I don't give a fuck about your ugly boyfriend and I'd rather you dance for him.

Last night was slow too. Little asian man was in and I got $200 from him and did one vip with a gropester. He kept trying to touch my pussy and I finally grabbed his hand and dug my nails into it as hard as I could. I hate Indian motherfuckers. I also hate how dirty the club has gotten.

Hopefully tonight I'll make $3000.

The Ex invited me to go indoor climbing with him. I declined due to my beautiful long nails I don't want to ruin. I told him he could stop by my place afterwards if I'm not working. I just want to have sex with him, honestly. I'm too fucking smart for relationships I've decided. And I lack sincerity.