So...seems as if being a sober and productive member of society just isn't my thing. Just killed a bottle of champagne; told myself that I would at least stay off the hard liquor during the work week. Work is boring me; I miss the stripping.
I called the Ex the other night - just checked and we had a 92 minute conversation. I remember him being very bitter about relationships and women. At least he always answers the phone. I hate when people I've dated ignore me. Even if I have no interest in you I want you to answer the damn phone - it's an ego thing.
I called the Mexican too. He did not answer but sent a text a bit later. Probably for the best.
I guess I miss the spontaneity of my old life; I feel like it's cute when you're 19, not so much when you're 25.
I have a pretty busy day tomorrow so I'm glad I kept it to champagne. Just wish I could be satisfied with a normal life.
Might be back to stripping soon, who knows...'Least I'll have blog material.
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- TheHappySociopath
- Just an alcoholic stripper trying to make some money and not kill people in the process.
1 comment:
Your daily struggle is good blog material. We all go through some type of struggle. Age seems to play such an important role in my choices these day.
Does that mean we are fighting it? I hate getting old if I accepted it would that change things? Would that make life more enjoyable?
Don't go back. I watch the girls in there late twenties trying to compete with these 18. to 21 yr olds: It is unbelievable the value of a young piece of ass in a strip club.
Find something new.
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