I'm getting worn out.

My knees hurt, my hip is out of place, and I'm freakin tired!

For those that dance, here is some advice from a girl who has been on this job for over three years: find a chiropractor that is good and inexpensive, and visit regularly.

Right now, I don't have a chiropractor and I'm looking for one like that. I badly need a hip adjustment, according to the massage therapist.

So dancers, if you're just getting started, take it easy! I learned the hard way that busting your ass for these guys just isn't worth it. I was dancing so calmly on stage today because I'm tired of hurting myself. A few other girls including Death Drop were slamming their heels on the stage and doing flashy moves which look cool at first. But because I have seen them week after week, it's just annoying. Quit clapping your fucking heels together. I hate that sound. It does NOT make dicks hard, which is what spends.

And I'm almost certain Death Drop is gonna break her shoes, but hopefully not her face or her knees. I've already seen another girl break her shoes.

There is nothing wrong with dancing slow, I don't care if you think it's boring. My knees are the only ones I got!

Alright, some lessons, ladies.

Get a good chiropractor
Don't bust up your joints doing crazy moves on stage
Don't clap your heels real loud.

Now go to bed and get some rest. That one was for me.

I ordered new heels!

I found a website that's a lot cheaper than what other websites charge for stripper shoes. They put everyone else to shame, especially the salesman who tries to sell shoes at the club for ultra high prices.

So I got some sexy school girl pumps, and a couple of pairs for work, which include double clear straps for ultimate comfort and support (in my opinion), one pair is hot pink and the other pair is clear.

Now I can't buy shoes for another six months unless I earn it. I'm set for shoes. But if those pumps are comfy enough, I might get a few more sexy pairs I had my eye on. And the light up shoes were cheaper too! Under a hundred bucks, which I haven't seen before. I still don't wanna pay that much for shoes. All the shoes I bought were under $50 a pair. Because any more is just retarded, unless they look fucking sick. But I'm not buying sick heels if they are uncomfortable.

Now I gotta wait through the weekend for them, then they will be ready for next week. I look forward to no more stinky, broke down heels!

It's hard not to eat.

So I'm worried my ass will get too fat if I get rid of all the junk food in my house by eating it. I think I will just run a few extra miles... Because I'm certainly not throwing away those chips.

On my nights off I feel great recharging my body, eating more food, sitting on the couch, watching my favorite shows or reading something cool. God I feel so guilty by Tuesday night. Good thing I'm working tomorrow night.

When I watch TV, it seems like people are always eating. And seeing that makes me so hungry, even if I just ate, especially if I just ate something healthy. So I tried curing my munchies with apples. I fucking love apples, why did I ever stop eating them? I think that once I replace all the sinful fat foods with fruits, I will tone up nicely.

So I'm almost done clearing out the snacks in the pantry. Hopefully they won't make my butt too fat. I just wanna get my pole so I can really have fun getting fit. I need to do more core work. And crunches and all that shit on the floor is boring! Instead I wanna build my core by doing those upside down moves.

No takers.

Actually, there were no givers tonight. I had one customer tonight. After my house cut, I was left with little cash.

What a shitty night.

That leaves a lot of room for improvement for tomorrow. It's hard not to be bitter about the money I made tonight so I am going to pretend I didn't even go in because I could've stayed home and enjoyed myself.

But no. I thought I should be responsible and stay in those seven inch heels all night long. Who the fuck was I kidding? I should have stayed home, knowing how shitty it was at 12:30. But sometimes there is a rush if drunk people after the bars close, but not tonight!

Nobody was buying tonight, simply put. It wasn't me. My only customer was begging me to go home with him. If I was a hooker I might've made a lot of money tonight. But I know I'm better off not doing that

Strippers love...

...Shiny shoes.

GOD I WANT THEM ALL.

I want all the boots and that includes thigh-high, knee-high and mid-calf boots, and I want different colors...

Don't get me started on the pink sparkle shoes.

This is not product placement, I'm not being paid to say this. I like the Bejeweled line of shoes from Pleaser. And I have been eyeballing this pink pair I have a link to.

I'm not so good at formatting on the iPad, so copy n paste this link

http://www.pleaserusa.com/showImage.asp?PROD_CD=BEJ601DM/C/FSRS

and see the shoes I'm talking about.

I'm going to browse more fuck-me pumps on the Pleaser website. God I love their shoes. It's like Christmas when I get a new pair. Even the pain of breaking them in is pleasant because I know they are new! They don't stink, they're not all fucked up from the stage, and the plastic straps have to be heated with a hair dryer to get my fat feet in them.

I'm due for that feeling. I should get new shoes every three months and not because I'm a spoiled stripper but something goes wrong with my shoes after using them for that long. My current pair has a loose sole and they are starting to smell. But they still got another three months. I just need a shiny pair in a different color. And I want those pink sparkle shoes.

Plus it's better to have more than one pair of good shoes that way if I switch them off every week, I'm not wearing them all the time, thus not wearing them out as fast. I think I should have a good pair of black heels, white or clear heels, and a good pair of colored heels. And the next colored pair I'm thinking about buying are the pink sparkle shoes.

Tonight was better than last night. Yes!

And the beat goes on.

Another Saturday, another nice chunk.

I'm trying to think of what was special about tonight and I have nothing... Yet.

Accidentally scratched Death Drop on stage. Totally felt bad because I have sharp nails, and I didn't see her... Cuz she is a ninja and does a lot of sudden moves. But I love her. I hope she didn't hate my guts for that.

But I diffuse drama like no other. I can't fight with anyone. I doubt I could ever provoke a girl to fight me. Luckily I work with girls that wanna make money just as bad as me, so none of them would risk losing their gig at the club by getting in a fight.

It wasn't very busy tonight. Many people showed up, but it wasn't packed like it gets on most Saturdays. Stupid summer months. Hurry up Labor Day, I need my numbers to go back up. God, that's more than two months away.

Time for bed, it's getting light out.

What the fuck, Friday

All I heard from the girls tonight was, "I want to go home early, I hate these guys out there!"

And I was one of them! I didn't hate everyone, some of the guys were nice enough to hire me, some just wanted to talk, but most of the guys that showed up were the boys that talk the talk but can't walk the walk. They have NO money, constantly proposition me, and they usually stink.

These guys were trying to grab our "attention" in all the wrong ways. No money out, and they expect me to flap my butt cheeks up n down for them. And then when I ask for the money they want me to dance harder. UGH!!!

Then of course the poor boys ask me what I'm doing after work, trying to hit me up to go home with them. Nothing would please me more than to just take everything in their wallets and go home BY MYSELF and toss it all over the bedroom floor.

Then I would pick it all up and neatly stash it away for later use. It's not smart to leave money laying around. Though it's convenient to find money under the bed or in the jeans from the other day.

One more day of dealing with horn dogs then I am off the hook til next week. I shouldn't complain... I could be working 5 nights a week but I don't. I only work 3, maybe 4 if I'm behind on bills. So one more day of work is not so bad. In fact, tomorrow is Saturday and I look forward to it. I'm gonna kick some ass.