I'm pretty fucking drunk right now.
Had two decent nights at work in a row. Unfotunately tonight I blew a .19 so I had the driver drive me home. I want to be skinny but I had too many shots of vodka so fuck that shit.
I did have an hour vip tonight...
First the waitress recommended that I go to the high top in the corner. So I did. They were your typical just divorced mid-forties obnoxious men; enjoying their freedom and all that. The guy I was talking to was starting up an escort agency (again) and trying to get me to be the 'head girl'. I told him I wasn't interested in recruiting girls and being a pimp at this point in my life. He did give me about $100 but they didn't want to do vip and were getting a little to drunk to deal with.
Actually he did agree to vip but as I'm sitting back there waiting for him to get out of the bathroom the waitress comes in and tells me he's changed his mind. I did what any decent stripper would do and abandoned ship.
The waitress then recommended I go to some guys sitting by the wall. Yes ma'am. I had a better feeling about these guys. They were young-mid to late twenties-but I coiuld tell they had money. Originally I sat with a guy in a teal shirt and he asked about vip. I could tell he was slightly disappointed in my description and I was called to stage so I told him I'd come back in a little while.
While I was on stage another dancer comes up to me and tells me one of the guys she's sitting with wants to do a vip with me and that she'll put my name on the list. Yay.
I get off stage and go sit with instant vip guy. He doesn't really know what I'm talking about when I ask if he's ready for vip and it's a no go. At this point I'm getting upset because the night is sucking.
I decide to go back to the rich young guys and sit with a different one.
Side note: right after I get on stage teal shirt young guy gets accosted by a girl who's notoriously dirty and goes to vip with her after about 1 minute of conversation.
The guy I'm sitting with is 27 and fairly attractive. We talk a bit and at this point I'm pretty smashed. We order tequila shots and a makers and coke. Then he says we should spend the rest of the night in vip and we do. Unfortunately at this point the rest of the night is only an hour but he gave me $400 for the hour on card (boo!) and $100 cash tip (yay!). We also ordered more shots in vip. He's pretty decent even though he tried really hard to get me to hang out at his hotel after work. No no and no.
I tipped the waitress and everyone else well because I'm a generous drunk. I think I gave the driver $30 on a $10 ride.
At the end of the night I knew I was far too drunk to drive (.19 bac) so the driver drove me home and now I have a slight hangover and no car.
At least I made over $500 the last two nights I've worked which wouldn't have been a big deal a year ago but is now.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Work sucks
Worked Tuesday and Wednesday night. Both sucked. I feel like that sums up all my nights for the past month.
Tuesday I had one vip early in the night. The guy was alright. He wanted to talk about some really raunchy shit, which two years ago would have made me really uncomfortable but now I don't give a fuck. I'll talk like a fucking pornstar if you pay me.
I also had a regular in but he's one that attracts a million girls and if I leave for a second there's some other bitch in his lap. I only got about $100 from him.
I blew a .18 fairly early in the night and still made it down to a .05 by 3:30. Yes!
Wednesday night was even more dire than Tuesday. We had all the girls from Tuesday 'cause no one made money and then a bunch of other girls that normally work Wednesday. I wasted about 1.5 hours with this obnoxious drunk asshole and only got like $50 out of him. I was pretty pissy all night so I just pouted around and flirted with the bouncer. My friend got an hour and a half vip and was trashed when she came out so I knew I was going to be driving her home. This gave me a reason to ask the manager to leave early and permission was granted. Scarface asian also came in and gave me $200 so I didn't leave entirely broke.
Scarface is cool but he does this weird thing where he grabs your ass cheek while you're dancing for him and jiggles it really fast. Like he's shaking a container of oj or something. I dunno.
I worked 4 nights this week and still only made a grand total of $1400. Fuck that shit.
Hanging out with the Ex tomorrow. He invited me to go on vacation to Canada with him this winter but I don't think I'm going to. I don't understand what he wants from me. I suppose I should just ask him, but that's no fun.
My friends asked me if I could see myself marrying him the other night while we were drinking and I was like,
"NO!!!"
...but really I don't know. Sometimes I get the feeling that's what's going to happen. The first night I met him I knew he was going to be a main character in my life and it looks like I was right. Meh.
Tuesday I had one vip early in the night. The guy was alright. He wanted to talk about some really raunchy shit, which two years ago would have made me really uncomfortable but now I don't give a fuck. I'll talk like a fucking pornstar if you pay me.
I also had a regular in but he's one that attracts a million girls and if I leave for a second there's some other bitch in his lap. I only got about $100 from him.
I blew a .18 fairly early in the night and still made it down to a .05 by 3:30. Yes!
Wednesday night was even more dire than Tuesday. We had all the girls from Tuesday 'cause no one made money and then a bunch of other girls that normally work Wednesday. I wasted about 1.5 hours with this obnoxious drunk asshole and only got like $50 out of him. I was pretty pissy all night so I just pouted around and flirted with the bouncer. My friend got an hour and a half vip and was trashed when she came out so I knew I was going to be driving her home. This gave me a reason to ask the manager to leave early and permission was granted. Scarface asian also came in and gave me $200 so I didn't leave entirely broke.
Scarface is cool but he does this weird thing where he grabs your ass cheek while you're dancing for him and jiggles it really fast. Like he's shaking a container of oj or something. I dunno.
I worked 4 nights this week and still only made a grand total of $1400. Fuck that shit.
Hanging out with the Ex tomorrow. He invited me to go on vacation to Canada with him this winter but I don't think I'm going to. I don't understand what he wants from me. I suppose I should just ask him, but that's no fun.
My friends asked me if I could see myself marrying him the other night while we were drinking and I was like,
"NO!!!"
...but really I don't know. Sometimes I get the feeling that's what's going to happen. The first night I met him I knew he was going to be a main character in my life and it looks like I was right. Meh.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Yay internet
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.
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.
Friday, August 6, 2010
My new clean life
Im in my new place and it's really nice. My furniture is beautiful. I'm really bored and lonely though. I've been living with people for the last year and half so I have to get used to being by myself again. Time for all my destructive behaviors to start up again I suppose.
I had a dream about Colorado guy last night. Kinda odd. I can't even remember the content of the dream. I think we were sitting on the couch, which makes sense as it was one of our main activities in conjunction with the consumption of alcohol. I kinda miss him. I flipped out on him last time he called and told him to stop calling me. I was having a shitty night at work and was in a sour mood. Plus I was frustrated at how things were going with the Ex.
The Ex is out of town this weekend. I've been playing tons of chess against the computer. I've probably logged about 50 games so far, which is a lot for fucking chess. I need to get really good so I can beat his cocky ass.
I resume work tomorrow. Yay. Sort of yay.
I had a dream about Colorado guy last night. Kinda odd. I can't even remember the content of the dream. I think we were sitting on the couch, which makes sense as it was one of our main activities in conjunction with the consumption of alcohol. I kinda miss him. I flipped out on him last time he called and told him to stop calling me. I was having a shitty night at work and was in a sour mood. Plus I was frustrated at how things were going with the Ex.
The Ex is out of town this weekend. I've been playing tons of chess against the computer. I've probably logged about 50 games so far, which is a lot for fucking chess. I need to get really good so I can beat his cocky ass.
I resume work tomorrow. Yay. Sort of yay.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Checkmate
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?
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?
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.
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