I CAN NEVER SLEEP WHEN I GET HOME FROM WORK
And I don’t get home until 5:30-6am unless I shell out 30 pounds for a taxi.
Anyway I have a full day today. Seeing my counsellor, who I have already put off twice because I slept through the appointments, and then Allsorts tonight, chilling with the gang afterwards and then home around midnight. I have not slept yet and it is 8am. I had a 4-5 hour window to sleep and 2 hours of it is already gone and there is no way I will be getting to sleep in the next few hours.
PEOPLE WHO THINK FLATTERY IS A REASONABLE SUBSTITUTE FOR CURRENCY
(IT ISN’T.)
JFC this can basically summarise my first two weeks at work. ‘I don’t want to buy a dance but you’re beautiful’ doesn’t make me swoon, it makes me want to punch you in the face. I’m not so starved for affection that 30 piss-poor compliments make up for me going home with an empty purse
Reading an awesome stripper’s blog
A few pages back she posts a picture of herself
Recognise the dressing room she’s standing in
Recognise her
It’s the girl who started the same day I did
(I actually thought she’d left, as I hadn’t seen her since)
bhof:
“To strippers, knowledge of local ordinances is vital.” 1953 Carnival magazine pictorial reveals ”how far you can go,” state-by-state.
“Finn, thank god you’re back. There’s no shame in being a coward.”
“A coward? I’m not a coward! Would a coward have THIS?”
One day I’m going to write an episode of a crime drama where the perp gets away with their crime because they were assumed to be of a different sexual orientation to the one they’ve identified for the criminal, when they were in fact bisexual and no one ever considered it as a possibility
I mean honestly you don’t disregard a suspect of child molestation just because they may or may not have been in love with someone of the opposite sex of the victim