So I get to actually move into my new place tomorrow. My week of schlepping about not making money and couch/bed jumping is officially over. Yay.
The Ex taught me how to play chess last night so I've been playing online all day today so that I can kick his ass one day. Once I learn something like this I'll be obsessed with it for a while until I get good enough at it to satisfy my ego.
The Ex is pissing me off. I stayed with him last night and I had thoughts of murdering him in his sleep which isn't really a good thing. Besides the fact that our relationship seems to be based on a mutual dislike and often intense hatred for one another, we were getting along quite well. I just don't think he respects me. I get it, a lot of people don't and whatever-I don't really care. I dunno. I think he's watching too much porn and forgetting that those girls are getting paid to act like they like what's going on. It's not real life. That's all I'm going to say about that because this isn't that kind of blog.
I'm working either this Friday or Saturday-haven't decided which. I owe the club $50 for not working last Friday or Saturday which pisses me off. Independent contractor my ass.
I'm participating in a wet t-shirt contest next week at some bar put on by one of my coworkers. She and all her friends are doing the judging so she said I'd probably win and get the $300 cash prize and $50 spa gift thing. What was I saying about respect again?
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Random shit
Not working makes me bored. My hours are so crazy that everyone is sleeping when I'm awake and it's boooooring. I haven't even been drinking for the past week and half.
I'm hanging out with my best friend tomorrow. Yay. She works a million hours a week so I hardly get to see her anymore.
Then I'm going to workout with the Ex tomorrow evening and use his house as a hotel for the night. He totally likes me...again. Part of me wants to play along and then when he really really likes me completely destroy him. Like revenge but tenfold. Then another part of me just wants to be happy with him and make him happy. I dunno.
I talked with the last roommate today. We're going out Wednesday night and I'm going to get trashed (even though Thursday is my moving day) because I haven't drank in so long. She told me she slept with the guy she's dating and they forgot?!?! to use a condom...so we'll see what happens.
Speaking of such things, the other night while I was engaging in coitus with the Ex he had the bright idea of splooging on my stomach. I wasn't really paying much attention at this point because I didn't notice that he had taken the condom off and I flipped out. "You weren't wearing a condom!!! What the fuck you fucking retard!" He played along for about a second until he realized that physical harm was about to come his way and then he showed me the condom he had used that was in his hand. Note to guys: it's not that funny.
I made all the arrangements for moving all my crap to my new apartment today. I love moving people-they make my life easier. That's the nice thing about making money; you can pay people to do the stuff you don't want to. Now if I could only make a bit more and hire myself a chef, a driver, and a stylist.
I'm hanging out with my best friend tomorrow. Yay. She works a million hours a week so I hardly get to see her anymore.
Then I'm going to workout with the Ex tomorrow evening and use his house as a hotel for the night. He totally likes me...again. Part of me wants to play along and then when he really really likes me completely destroy him. Like revenge but tenfold. Then another part of me just wants to be happy with him and make him happy. I dunno.
I talked with the last roommate today. We're going out Wednesday night and I'm going to get trashed (even though Thursday is my moving day) because I haven't drank in so long. She told me she slept with the guy she's dating and they forgot?!?! to use a condom...so we'll see what happens.
Speaking of such things, the other night while I was engaging in coitus with the Ex he had the bright idea of splooging on my stomach. I wasn't really paying much attention at this point because I didn't notice that he had taken the condom off and I flipped out. "You weren't wearing a condom!!! What the fuck you fucking retard!" He played along for about a second until he realized that physical harm was about to come his way and then he showed me the condom he had used that was in his hand. Note to guys: it's not that funny.
I made all the arrangements for moving all my crap to my new apartment today. I love moving people-they make my life easier. That's the nice thing about making money; you can pay people to do the stuff you don't want to. Now if I could only make a bit more and hire myself a chef, a driver, and a stylist.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Good luck to t.i. and his short, ugly wife
This has been a work-less week since Tuesday.
I hung out with the Ex yesterday. He told me I could stay with him until my new place is ready but I declined. I don't want to be hanging around his place while he works all day. We went to stone mountain on Saturday and then out to eat. He paid for my dinner which was odd. Then we played this game, mastermind, which I kick ass at. I beat him both times which bothered the hell out of him. He's smarter than me, but I have areas of extreme brilliance. Logic and deduction are some of those areas.
We didn't get to bed 'til 6:00 in the morning and slept until 2:00.
I mentioned that t.i. was getting married this weekend and I was upset about it. He told me that his ex was getting married next weekend. I still feel bad for him about that. Even though he pretty much dumped me to be with her (again), I understand.
I know I make a shitty girlfriend; I've been told this by nearly everyone I've dated. I talked to him about why I'm a crappy girlfriend and he said I'm not needy enough. Too needy is annoying but I act like I could do without completely and it's a blow to the ego. I guess.
He once mentioned how his ex girl was 'head over heels' for him and that's something I could never be. I find it fake. I know girls who do that whole routine and they're the ones who always end up fucking other dudes during the course of their relationships. Remember, if she's easily wowed by you she's easily wowed by others as well.
No one is that special.
I hung out with the Ex yesterday. He told me I could stay with him until my new place is ready but I declined. I don't want to be hanging around his place while he works all day. We went to stone mountain on Saturday and then out to eat. He paid for my dinner which was odd. Then we played this game, mastermind, which I kick ass at. I beat him both times which bothered the hell out of him. He's smarter than me, but I have areas of extreme brilliance. Logic and deduction are some of those areas.
We didn't get to bed 'til 6:00 in the morning and slept until 2:00.
I mentioned that t.i. was getting married this weekend and I was upset about it. He told me that his ex was getting married next weekend. I still feel bad for him about that. Even though he pretty much dumped me to be with her (again), I understand.
I know I make a shitty girlfriend; I've been told this by nearly everyone I've dated. I talked to him about why I'm a crappy girlfriend and he said I'm not needy enough. Too needy is annoying but I act like I could do without completely and it's a blow to the ego. I guess.
He once mentioned how his ex girl was 'head over heels' for him and that's something I could never be. I find it fake. I know girls who do that whole routine and they're the ones who always end up fucking other dudes during the course of their relationships. Remember, if she's easily wowed by you she's easily wowed by others as well.
No one is that special.
Friday, July 30, 2010
My 5th move since the start of this blog
moving day!!!
I'm excited to get my nice furniture back. And my big screen tv. And my own space. My video game systems. My whole wardrobe. A gym. Two swimming pools with fountains!
I'm actually going to be homeless 'til the 5th, my actual move-in date doesn't exactly coincide with my move-out date of the 30th. I don't mind couch surfing.
I've made $4,000 since I started working 2.5 weeks ago. Almost made everything back that I blew while not working. I'm trying to make a total of $10,000 before school starts (23rd of August), so I have $6,000 left to make. Very doable.
Rich doctor keeps texting me. As does rich ADD guy. And the Ex to an extent. Don't like any of them...well besides the Ex maybe. I guess I just don't like rich men as much as I want to. I like their money-could do without their personalities.
I'm excited to get my nice furniture back. And my big screen tv. And my own space. My video game systems. My whole wardrobe. A gym. Two swimming pools with fountains!
I'm actually going to be homeless 'til the 5th, my actual move-in date doesn't exactly coincide with my move-out date of the 30th. I don't mind couch surfing.
I've made $4,000 since I started working 2.5 weeks ago. Almost made everything back that I blew while not working. I'm trying to make a total of $10,000 before school starts (23rd of August), so I have $6,000 left to make. Very doable.
Rich doctor keeps texting me. As does rich ADD guy. And the Ex to an extent. Don't like any of them...well besides the Ex maybe. I guess I just don't like rich men as much as I want to. I like their money-could do without their personalities.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
How's the baby?
So I worked last night. I HATE Saturdays. I can't get anything done because there are too many people and I just feel annoyed. Add in the fact that I don't drink on Saturdays and that leads to a pissy me.
I had made $70 bucks up until the last hour of work. Then a wonderful asian customer of mine comes in and my night is salvaged. This man, tiny asian, spends a lot of money at my club. He comes in 2-3 times a week and spends $600-$1000 each visit. I don't know what he does or where he gets this kind of money and I don't care. I got $180 from him which helped a lot. Then I ended up getting another $100 from these two customers I know so that was $280 in about 45 minutes.
I still went home poor, but slightly less poor than I was expecting. It doesn't help when I'm tipping out the DJ and the girl infront of me says
"hey, I got over $1,000 in credit card money so you'll get your 10% of that too."
...After handing him $45 in cash. This means she had $450 cash as well as 1000-something waiting in the office for her. This is also one of girls who made $6,000 of the mystery customer who came in while my dumb ass was still in Colorado. Granted, I've had my share of $1,000+ nights, but I have not come anywhere close to $6,000 in a night. It always hurts when girls make tons more money than yourself...
I'm working tonight which I'm sure will be better than last night.
So I went to pick up my keys from the office on Thursday night and when I walked in my manager asked me "how's the baby?" I sort of chuckled and was like "what?" and repeated himself, "how's the baby?"
"What baby?"
"A girl told me the reason you left is because you had a kid."
"I was gone for four months..."
"Yeah, I didn't think that was the case, but you never know..."
"Just 'cause I'm a stripper who started young doesn't mean I'm going to get knocked up once a year for the next four years or so. I was in Colorado."
"Oh, sorry. Well, welcome back."
What the fuck? Did I look fucking pregnant when I left? The answer is no, by the way. I realize that people reading this have no idea what I look like, but I'm generally pretty thin. I did gain a bit of weight right before and during Colorado, but I don't think I looked pregnant. Plus, I've lost about 7 lbs since Colorado, and I'm working on losing 7 more...Gah. So much gossip at the club.
The Ex called me while I was at work last night, but I surprisingly missed the call even though I spent much of my time in the dressing room pouting. I texted him at like 2:30 on Friday night.
'What are you up to?"
God I'm an idiot.
I got a text back the next morning.
'I was sleeping.'
Yeah, I forget that not everyone lives in opposite land with me where you sleep from 6:00 am to 3:00 pm and are awake the rest of the time. I called him back last night but got voicemail. We're both stupid.
I'm going out with my stripper friends on Monday, I'm sure it will be a blast.
I had made $70 bucks up until the last hour of work. Then a wonderful asian customer of mine comes in and my night is salvaged. This man, tiny asian, spends a lot of money at my club. He comes in 2-3 times a week and spends $600-$1000 each visit. I don't know what he does or where he gets this kind of money and I don't care. I got $180 from him which helped a lot. Then I ended up getting another $100 from these two customers I know so that was $280 in about 45 minutes.
I still went home poor, but slightly less poor than I was expecting. It doesn't help when I'm tipping out the DJ and the girl infront of me says
"hey, I got over $1,000 in credit card money so you'll get your 10% of that too."
...After handing him $45 in cash. This means she had $450 cash as well as 1000-something waiting in the office for her. This is also one of girls who made $6,000 of the mystery customer who came in while my dumb ass was still in Colorado. Granted, I've had my share of $1,000+ nights, but I have not come anywhere close to $6,000 in a night. It always hurts when girls make tons more money than yourself...
I'm working tonight which I'm sure will be better than last night.
So I went to pick up my keys from the office on Thursday night and when I walked in my manager asked me "how's the baby?" I sort of chuckled and was like "what?" and repeated himself, "how's the baby?"
"What baby?"
"A girl told me the reason you left is because you had a kid."
"I was gone for four months..."
"Yeah, I didn't think that was the case, but you never know..."
"Just 'cause I'm a stripper who started young doesn't mean I'm going to get knocked up once a year for the next four years or so. I was in Colorado."
"Oh, sorry. Well, welcome back."
What the fuck? Did I look fucking pregnant when I left? The answer is no, by the way. I realize that people reading this have no idea what I look like, but I'm generally pretty thin. I did gain a bit of weight right before and during Colorado, but I don't think I looked pregnant. Plus, I've lost about 7 lbs since Colorado, and I'm working on losing 7 more...Gah. So much gossip at the club.
The Ex called me while I was at work last night, but I surprisingly missed the call even though I spent much of my time in the dressing room pouting. I texted him at like 2:30 on Friday night.
'What are you up to?"
God I'm an idiot.
I got a text back the next morning.
'I was sleeping.'
Yeah, I forget that not everyone lives in opposite land with me where you sleep from 6:00 am to 3:00 pm and are awake the rest of the time. I called him back last night but got voicemail. We're both stupid.
I'm going out with my stripper friends on Monday, I'm sure it will be a blast.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Stupid friends
Most of my friends suck.
I knew this already but I've decided to do something about it. Call it a social experiment if you will.
I'm going to ignore everyone for a while. Well, everyone who doesn't answer phone calls/respond to my texts in a timely manner. I can have friends who would be thrilled to hear from me and be at my beck and fucking call but instead I have dumbass aloof fucking 'friends'. No more.
I worked Tuesday and Wednesday (and tonight!). Tuesday was shit but I was sober enough to drive my car home.
Wednesday was substantially better but I was too drunk to drive my dear car home.
Hung out with the Ex Thursday and it was boring. We didn't have sex, which at this point is all I really want from him because I like the way he looks but everything else about him annoys me.
I found a place to live!!! I'm living with my old bartender from work...It's going to be good times.
I knew this already but I've decided to do something about it. Call it a social experiment if you will.
I'm going to ignore everyone for a while. Well, everyone who doesn't answer phone calls/respond to my texts in a timely manner. I can have friends who would be thrilled to hear from me and be at my beck and fucking call but instead I have dumbass aloof fucking 'friends'. No more.
I worked Tuesday and Wednesday (and tonight!). Tuesday was shit but I was sober enough to drive my car home.
Wednesday was substantially better but I was too drunk to drive my dear car home.
Hung out with the Ex Thursday and it was boring. We didn't have sex, which at this point is all I really want from him because I like the way he looks but everything else about him annoys me.
I found a place to live!!! I'm living with my old bartender from work...It's going to be good times.
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