harlow.harlot.

a friend/fellow dancer and i went shopping. in the course of our shopping, we met a smoking hot asian dude at Parliament. he came in last night and i’m pretty sure he is now trying to pick me up via txt. too bad i already have a boyfriend; the Parliament boy is gorgeous.

why is it so easy to meet boys when i am not single.

i got 99 problems and society’s attitudes towards sex and sexuality is like 98 of them　

(Source: everettodair)

i may be working only a couple of nights a week, but last night was the grand return of stripper-me. i made over $500 fairly easily; i also came to the grand conclusion that i’m not going to try and hustle anymore. it’s not me and i feel like an asshole trying. instead, i just spend time chatting to customers, and they buy dances cos they think i’m awesome. work was fairly simple; the only thing of note to happen was some guy proposing marraige, buying a $100 dance, and trying to pull his shirt up so my nether-regions would grind on his stomach (i’m not an idiot. i just raised my dance-level so that i wasn’t touching him). i also got offered accomodation if i feel like going to phuket in the next couple weeks, but i think i’m going to save my travel money for south america. i finished the night by getting a burger, doing lines of a semi-pro hockey-players kitchen counter, and smoking a j with my ex housemate. it’s 4pm and i only just woke uo, but i didn’t get to bed until 7ish soo that’s fair enough.

now i have to make myself pretty for tonight. and it begins again.