What a nice night off.

I got to see a great show, I got my Wally world shopping done at 5 a.m. I love going at that time because there are no people there. Any other time is filled with the trashy moms and screaming children. Those words alone make me cringe.

I kind of wish I went to work after the show but I am going to stop thinking about it and be happy with the decision I made. Now I'm going to bed because it's light outside.

I kicked ass.

I had another guy fall in love again. Maybe the extra ten pounds makes me that much more fun to squeeze. Because he LOVED my body... Couldn't get enough of it. And I couldn't get him to stop spending his money on me... Ahh!

I was so brutal! I made more money than I expected, which is always a good feeling. And because the last two nights were so tough, it makes tonight feel that much sweeter.

It also happened to be Friday. The feeding grounds are just more plentiful. Something would've been going wrong like last week if I didn't do better than my last two nights.

With that surge of success I'm going to be lazy and take tomorrow night off. Though I would probably do awesome because I would be on fire.

But I have a killer show to see. I'm taking my mini vacation now.

I'll try to remember to post but I usually get the motivation to write right after my shower and meal. But I go back to work Wednesday. I'm gonna try hump day one more time this month.

Wow, no guys came in again.

Holy crap it's summer!

Not a whole lot of fish biting, if you know what I mean.

But I can't starve, so I had to stick with the feeding grounds I chose.

I think I did good tonight, with the competition being so stiff.

I caught one big fish at the end, in which I thank my own patience. Many girls were getting fed the fuck up! And I don't blame them. I was feeling that way when I wasn't catching anyone's attention. Every guy had a sexy woman attached to him. Good for the guys, not so good for me.

I stopped to talk to one girl, her name will be Body Builder, who was getting pretty restless. She said, "I'm just walking around in circles! This sucks! There are three girls to one guy in here. Welcome to summer."

I bantered with her because I could relate. "I know, this is time of year we really can't afford to take nights off."

She said, "I know! I actually have to budget, like what the fuck?"

I couldn't take that comment... I know we are strippers and we should make lots of money but budgeting is what normal people do, and it's certainly not as convenient as having an endless pile of twenties. But it's not 2006 anymore. These days guys just don't have much room for lap dances in their budgets.

I'm happy with what I get. I'm not rich, but certainly not poor, either. I'm not bitching tonight.

Wow, that's rare. I like this!

I hope I have a better post tomorrow. I bet I will.

Forecast looks good.

Glad I'm not working tonight.

I love my nights off. I can do whatever I want.

I like this one TV show you might know. It comes on Sunday nights, sexy characters, supernaturals, blood, vampires, sex, gay, all that shit. I fuckin love it.

I like watching TV. I mean Netflix. Bless them and their lack of commercials. At least we are limited to product placement. But I don't blame the creators for taking money from Coca Cola, Apple, and all the other logos you find laying around in the screen of your latest TV obsession.

No, Netflix didn't pay me to tell you I enjoy my subscription. In fact I will tell you what they didn't tell everyone: you can spend hours wasting time sitting on the couch. My ass is getting fat. I should be running.

Speaking of getting fat, this girl I work with, Farmers Daughter, is a skinny blonde bitch about three years younger than me with one of the tightest bodies I've ever seen. So tight that her curves are slight, but still high and perky. She is thin but solid. She probably weighs 110 if she's as muscular as I think she is. But not an ounce more.

Anyway, she made a comment in the dressing room about being 5'5" and getting to 120 would probably be too big.

Those are my dimensions and I can't believe I actually felt fat! I KNOW my body is slamming, but I look at myself in the mirror and think I don't look as good as I did 3 years ago. But for a second I wanted to smack her and say, "Bitch, this is what a petite 120 looks like. Put those ten pounds in your ass where you need it."

It just rages me because she really could afford those ten pounds, maybe more. But I just need to remember that my club is shallow as a toddlers swimming pool. There is a fat list and I heard it doesn't take much weight to get on it.

I like my body where it is, I always have. I'm just worried about the time when I have to actually work out to stay that way. I'm well into my twenties and getting older. I can't be getting any lazier. If I haven't learned by now that life is hard work, I'm screwed.

But I'm not. I will always find a way to make it. As long as there are people out their with money, I will come up with a way to get it. Getting rich is hard, but getting by isn't.

It's summer. Time for a vacation.

Things are back to normal for me. Same old Saturday night in June. I remember money gets tough this time of year. Everybody blows their cash on vacation with their stupid families.

Blow it on me! Blow it ALL on me. (picture me on my knees leaning back saying that haha)

I'm due for a vacation, I tell ya.

I'm SO SICK of the BULLSHIT.

Good lord I HATE hustling. I love dancing and being naked and all, but god dammit when that fucker does not put cash out, it's like. I'm doing my part, now do yours and we continue this cycle til however long you want it to go.

Grr, this economy STANKS.

I talk to girls who have been stripping since before 2007 telling me that it really is a big difference. There aren't nearly as many guys with money these days.

But the beat goes on. Pussy sells and it always will.

I only caught one big fish tonight, and a few small ones. Including this one Hispanic fish. Who was a TOTAL fucking cheap ass to me, and I thought to myself, "THAT IS IT. I'm getting my fucking money up fucking front I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE." (Steam comes from my ears) I was feeling a little insane at that point, not gonna lie.

I like to watch the news when I write my blog. Sunday mornings are so funny. They roll the dumbest fucking stories. I just wanna call them and say, "Slow news day, huh." It's all bullshit. Talking about high school, local bands, stupid dogs, the dude with the newest prosthetic limbs... EVERYBODY LOOK, THIS GUY HAD HIS LEGS BLOWN OFF OVERSEAS. Here is his 60 seconds of fame.

I met a certain sports journalist tonight. I thought I had him in the bag but I tell you, this cutthroat business gets me all kinds of green, some not so good shades. I don't like when my envious side comes out but the chick who looks kinda like me got him instead of me. He came in last night and the same thing happened! I really hate my timing, I just wanna repeat that. I HATE MY FUCKING TIMING. That is the one thing that kills my money time and time again.

Did I mention I'm due for a vacation? It's coming. I'm taking next Saturday off and I'm going to see an amazing concert.

Goodnight, hit me up, I need more love, thoughts, constructive criticism, other insights, information...

Fucking drunks

I hate drunk people when they stumble into me and ask me how much for a dance. Someone did that to me on Saturday. I told him the price and he sat down so I danced one song for him and charged my usual price and his response was, "that wasn't a dance."

I don't usually get this from guys. He was so out of his mind so I didn't bother trying to turn him upside down. He was intent on not paying so that made me intent on getting him kicked out. Over one dance. I don't give a shit. No one gets away with ripping me off. I don't get those four minutes back... Lol

So no more drunk guys. Wait, then I wouldn't have any customers! No more stumbling fit shaced ass holes.

It's like rolling the dice with those guys. Sometimes I get a lot of money for minimal work or it's a waste of time, and time is money.

Goodbye, April.

Now it’s time for the summer to begin.  I absolutely dread this summer with my head held as high as I can hold it.  

Last summer SUCKED for me.  I’m not planning on that happening again.  But if the money sucks like it did last summer, I will need some help.  Luckily I’m dating someone who would do anything for me include pay for my expenses.  

But I’m a girlfriend.  I’m too expensive and I know it.  That’s why he doesn’t hate me working.  If he could really afford my expenses, I’m sure I wouldn’t be working.  

I’ve been working Wednesdays for the past couple of weeks and they turned out not too bad.  I think that extra day really does make a difference.  It’s been a while since I could say I’ve got a little spending money but I do!  It’s a nice feeling.  

So now it’s May.  Now it’s time to dodge storms, figure out which college courses I want to take during the fall, hustle mercilessly until Labor Day, and stay in the shade.  Fuck, now I have to watch out for kids that aren’t in school.  Looks like I will be avoiding the movie theaters and the mall. 

But now I can afford to go to the mall!  Haha, I think I’m going to buy some new jeans, ones that make my ass look really good.  I want to get new boots too.  And some crocs for fishing!  I’ll save the leather for the fall.  After Labor Day, I’m getting a new leather jacket.  

Ugh, I still need to save for my pole.  See, there’s my problem, along with everyone else in the world, as soon as I make that money, I can think of a place for it.  I know there will be nothing left over if I’m not careful.  Bills never go away.  It’s a constant worry so I try to pace it out.   

But nevertheless, I think I'm going to have a great summer this year.  I've been doing very well for myself so far this year.  I've been learning how to take each stride with poise and finesse, and each month I've been improving.  I hope I stay on that track.  I'm sure I will as long as I stay focused.