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	2007.06.10  19.55 Finally! Huge purge of strippering stuff! Okay, so I finally finally got around to taking pictures of all my old strippering gear with the intention of selling it. I think the prices I'm putting out here are reasonable, but if you don't feel so, go ahead and say. If nothing goes, I'll probably put them on eBay. Any advice on that venture would be welcome. I don't really care if people keep these or want to resell it themselves. Please refer other people who might be interested. ( 11 outfits, 3 pairs of shoes, odds and ends (about 40 pictures) )

	2007.05.30  03.24 anatomy Read the rant here and then come back. Done? Good. What? People actually worry about this? Like, really freak out and have surgery over this? REALLY? I mean, I guess I was aware some women weren't exactly ecstatic over their genitals. My perception has always been women are about a bazillion times more concerned with their waist lines. I've personally never seen the big deal about well, most genitals. They're fleshy, and that about sums up my feelings on them. Nothing to get that excited about - sensations is a much bigger thing to me than just visuals. That could've been the combination of health care and strippering, though, bits aren't exactly a mystery. But back to the topic at hand. Really? Upset? Now I'm tempted to dig up some porn and try to figure out differences, because aside from some occasionally coloration differences I never noticed "sculpting" and definitely not enough for a woman to be terrified her boyfriend/husband will be disgusted when they don't look the same. Boobs are entirely difference, honestly, because regular natural breasts really do look different from implants. Even nicely done bewb jobs, while not necessarily bad, just don't look the same. Labia, though? My only complaint with the rant was the "orgasm shouldn't be important" part. YES IT SHOULD THEY'RE AWESOME! Though I get the whole "just enjoy your partner" thing which is fine for occasionally, orgasm-less-ness is not fun.

	2007.04.16  10.45 My darling dearest Chris is so homosexual. His best friend (let's call him L) and him became best friends forevers because they took a break at work and went to L's car to listen to Journey together. Chris locked his keys in the car the other day because L came over to say "Hi." We're watching Venture Bros. all together and the part where Dr. Venture knocks on the bathroom door, asking what Dean is doing in there and Dean replies "I'm practicing being a boyfriend, Pop!" L turns to me and says "that's what Chris and I do at work, practice being boyfriends." To which I say "I don't think what you guys do together counts as 'practice' anymore." And they just laugh. I'm asking what everyone wants to drink with dinner, listing milk (or soymilk) as a option and L says "I only drink Chris's milk." And no, L isn't the only one who does this, Chris makes plenty of comments of the same nature. Chris tells me that L HAS a girlfriend who he has seen, but I'm skeptical of this information. In other news: Skinny girls worry me. Especially petite ones. I have a worry of crushing them when hugging, or just about anything else. I likes myself girls with curves. At least Chris is 6'3" so the skinniness balances out, but still! When we were first dating there was this irrational fear of breaking something. It irks me that the two girls I know with excellent body types are distressing straight. Even if one of them jokes around about being not JUST TO TORTURE ME. ;) Or who knows. In the near future I'll get around to babbling about current psychology's position on "gender disorders." As they get their own chapter in my psych nursing book and the topic crops up a lot in relation to other disorders - schizophrenia and schizoid personality disorder, for example.

	2007.04.08  14.36 Whee, so my dream last night involved getting very very lost somewhere while I was driving myself, having hot tryst with a girl with short-short brunette hair, then going to a flea market with her because they were supposed to have scrubs (haha, up for random bits of girly-sex AND frugal? Perfect!) - wherein we happened upon a The Hot Girl from The Office being berated by her mother for not being a dress size 6 anymore. We had decided that she would require comforting from us, which is where Chris woke me up.

	2007.03.19  23.39 selling your kid for crack Went to my classmate's house for her birthday party / study sleepover (and yes studying actually did get done! Shuddup!) and actually did well on the test the next day. She didn't as much, but agreed we should get together again. Yay. My one thing. I wish I would speak up more when people aren't awesome on the strippering thing. I don't bring it up, and sometimes have said things, but anyway, here's what happened. Classmate: "That place always struck me as kind of skeezy" Me: "Seriously, it is." (been there! sucks!) Classmate: "I mean, there are better ways to make money, girls... at least it isn't selling your kid for crack. I knew someone that tried to do that, isn't that messed up?" So, while I'm glad I'm above selling my kid for crack... I wish I'd stuck for my former job. :P I tend to be like that, not wanting to rock the boat unless kind of pushed to it.

	2007.01.27  14.57 I don't think in my last post it was entirely clear what was irking me about the situation. I was asleep, and the next day Chris says "I invited Beth over for a few days in February, is that okay?" Me: "Yup, that's fine." Chris: "I also told her that you kind of had a crush on her and that if she needed a spanking that could be arranged." The first as it wasn't true. I think he was trying to do the "my friend wants to tell you that she likes you!" thing that friends do, but when it isn't actually true is not helpful. The next because that sets up a tone for the visit that I did not sign up for nor am cool with. Chris says that he was joking and didn't think she took it that seriously, but still apologized for it. So anyway, we talked about it. I believe I made a few things clear: 1. I am not trying to seek people out. At all. I am way too stressed out by school to deal with another person. If I weren't already with Chris I would not be dating during this time in my life either. 2. I am not seeking just ANY girl that is bisexual. I am picky, I'll admit that. Anyway, Chris pointed out that my pickiness extends beyond girls and to most people in general. At my school I know a handful of people, and only two that I know a bit more beyond seeing them in class. At work I've made one friend. I made a few friends at other jobs but have lost touch with them. Conclusion? Who knows.

	2007.01.15  21.55 hey, human contact So, had Chris's friend Sarah over yesterday, she stayed over until today. We had piles of fun, played Monkey Ball on the Wii. Played with our various Marvel Legends, GI Joes and Star Wars figures in large battles of silliness. Played the marvel monopoly. Played Monkey Ball upside down at 5am which was ridiculous. Intensely amusing moment was when Chris and Sarah were talking about getting food: Chris: Do you want meat pizza? Sarah: Bleh, no, I don't eat meat. Chris: Oh, all right. Guess that leaves out Hawaiian pizza. Sarah: We could get it with just pineapple. Me: Or pineapple and olive, that works pretty well. Chris: Yeah, sounds good. Hey, do you consider fish pizza? Sarah: Yes, I do. I know he meant to say "do you consider fish to be MEAT" but it came out rather hysterically, and made me laugh for a really long time. So we kept quoting that and a quote from their work. Apparently Sarah was trying to talk like Dr. Girlfriend, which requires a man's voice. So Chris kept directing her, saying "LOWER!" Which eventually she says "Chris, people are going to get the wrong idea with you just yelling 'LOWER! LOWER!' at me." So you know, Chris did it more. And we quoted the "IGNORE ME!" guy from Venture Brothers a lot too. So, in times like this I remember a MST3K quote: "How come all the nice guys I meet are gay or a bear?" (Jack Frost: A Russo-Finnish fairy tale, episode) Though of course, my situation is closer to: "How come all the nice girls I meet are straight or a bear?" We meet a nice, sane single girl who likes animals (has chinchillas, isn't stupid about animals), is a vegematarian, quotes Venture Brothers and plays Marvel Legends with us and is insufferably straight. Or, in honestly, is closer to Chris's like, 90% straight, as we did get her to admit that if Maggie Gyllenhaal ala Stranger Than Fiction approached her, she wouldn't turn her down. Alas. Alas. So I dreamed of interestingly raunchy dreams with one of my LJ friends on the other journal, whom I've never met and only seen like, two pictures of. La la la!

	2007.01.13  02.25 Hawkgirl or Justice League-related fan art... sort of. It makes me laugh. "We don't have these on Themyscira . . ." Action figure The Far Side of the Justice League

	2006.07.23  21.42 Amusement, that is appropriate for this journal: My mom was catching up with her cousin. This cousin has been a subject of discussion for awhile, because she is above all a silly woman. Several years ago, she divorced her husband and moved away with their daughter, saying it was because his seizures were frigthtening for the child (he had an inoperable brain tumor, might still, but he may also no longer be alive). This coinceded with her college-crush moving back to the states, and it being the main topic of her conversation for months, moved certain family members to believe the divorce had nothing to do with her ex-husband's health. My mother tried to point out to her that why would such a cultural, refined man who has never been married at age 60 suddenly decide that yes! What he wanted all along was a housewife! :P This comment missed the mark with her. However, he either officially pushed her away or she never really pursued it. She then met a fellow in England over the internet and promptly married him. They divorced two years, and she is currently dating a man in Scotland, but doesn't think it is going to work out. So, her quest to be a housewife again not quite going according to plan and having not found a work that pleases her, she tells my mother that she had recently published a collection of short stories. My mere: "Oh! How nice! What kind of stories?" Cousin: "Oh. Erm. Uhh... You can't tell my parents!" (let's note, she's 40) Mere: "Don't be stupid, what do you think I'm going to do, call them up afterward and tattle?" Cousin: "Hee, okay, well - erotica." Mere: "You!?!?" Cousin: "Well, yes. I mean, most of it is taken from my experiences as a phone sex operator. . . " Apparently this comfort level is genetic. :P My mom was very amused, because she (the cousin) used to apparently the type of girl to freak out over living together before marriage and such.

	2006.07.16  19.47 Man, ranting is hard when your 'A' key is broken - it isn't completely unworking, but is more difficult to operate. Anyway, this is something I've been meaning to complain about - on the meme I did in my other journal, there was the line "I don't think all strippers are money-greedy or slutty." Which is nice, I guess. Probably the first bit is to imply they don't think strippers "will do anything for a $1" or they aren't "ROBs." However, stripping is a job, like any other. Of course strippers want to be paid at their job, just like everyone else does. On some level, the "Oh, they're not money-greedy" thing is annoying, because I've often felt at my job that I'm not being the "cool stripper" when I move on from non-paying customers. That if I were a good little non-money-greedy stripper I'd be thrilled that someone can chat intelligently with me and should therefore not worry that I won't make a dime in the hour that I talk with them. I've found this particularly with intelligent customers, they assume that I'll be SO grateful that someone wants to talk to me as a person, not just get a lapdance with my hot ass, that they shouldn't have to pay to take up my time. Sorry, humanity, but it doesn't work like that - I'd rather do 5 lapdances with neanderthals in an hour than have stirring intellectual conversations where not a dollar reaches my garter. Because you know what? I'm at work. I can go home and have stirring intellectual conversations ALL THE TIME - you're not the only person in the world to grace me with a polysyllabic conversation. It also happens with (younger) guys that think themselves attractive or "cool" - obviously they are exempt from paying for anything! Seriously! Us strippers should be lining up just to be graced by their presence - after all, they're cool. Those strippers are definitely tired of getting money from "old yucky guys" - they're just dying to sit back and do a few shots with some guys their own age. Maybe they'll even take one of them home! What a lucky stripper! *puke* Yeah, in that same vein, I'm really sure none of "those strippers" have trouble finding hot guys in clubs to do shots with or go home with on their days off. :P The slutty thing is probably to mean that they don't think strippers sleep with anything that with a $20 bill. Which is good. Personally, though, I usually think slutty means "promiscious" and big fucking deal if a girl has a lot of boyfriends or girlfriends. Oh noes! She doesn't hate getting naked in front of a crowd! Or kissing another girl while gleefully bouncing on a customer's lap doesn't gross her out! What a total tramp. I just hate that a woman can't possibly be attentive about money and comfortable with whatever level of sexuality she chooses, without being called "money-greedy" or "slutty."

	2006.07.07  23.04 though, you know, if I were to go back to dancing in NY, I'd buy these: http://www.trulyfallen.com/pasties.html If I were to work in a "topless" place. :P

	2006.07.06  17.38 Work woes This is the deal with work: I have two jobs, one of which we agreed to only possibly schedule me three days a week. Doesn't mean I'll always work those days, it would depend on what hours they get from corporate, but I will be available for them. This job doesn't like people to not be available, but is grudgingly working with me because they like me. This upcoming week, I'm only scheduled for 1 day and 3 hours on that day. Other job is minimally 1 shift per quarter. I was assured that during the summer there would be tons of hours and I wouldn't have a problem working as much as I wanted during the summer. I was figuring I could work 3-4 days a week here, and then just work my other job for savings. This upcoming week, I'll be working 1 day, 7.5 hours with them - because there are no more hours available. That'll be it for the entire pay period, too, so my only other paycheck in July will be for those 7.5 hours - unless someone calls out or gets sick. Now, if I KNEW those were going to be my kind of hours every week, I'd get another job. But I don't. Which is why I don't even want to try and work at the local club, which tends to get bitchy about people working less than 4 nights a week - aside from the fact that I personally dislike them and make little money there. To complicate matters further, if I was say, by myself and had a car, I'd look at those hours and probably call Baltimore and say "hey! Next weekend, 3-4 shifts? okay?" and probably, they'd be fine with it and I'd probably make more money than either job combined. But I have a boyfriend, and we share the car, so he'd be stuck. Not that we can afford for him to take 3 days off anyway. I was wishing that I lived in Florida again, where there weren't any schedules and if I felt like coming in only when I'm not being scheduled enough with my other jobs or was in money trouble (I'd really like to pay off Chris's parents for helping us with the car) I could. But, if wishes were horses and all. I've been wanting to do a fan-dance thingy for VegPorn, but haven't gotten the fans part - so I'm thinking of getting some giant greens leaves and doing it anyway. And perhaps a naked recipe or two. Oh yeah, giant cleaning yielded missing pieces of my tripod. Heheh.

	2006.06.20  13.15 Nostalgia Three years ago, I lived a half-block from the local fetish boutique. While there, I spied a flyer for "Blue Fetish Ball" to held in the future in a large hall of a strip club (not the one I later worked for). I was delightd, it sounded like fun. So I asked my then-boyfriend to take me and a close friend of ours wanted to go to. We spent awhile before hand primping - I helped the boys apply black lipstick and I myself was in pleather "corset-ish" type, pleather skirt, fishnets and boots. You got a discount if you were dressed in either blue or fetish-y. Myself and the friend put blue color into our hair. We called and asked for a starting time - 8pm. We arrived at 9pm and were the only people there. Around 11 or so some more people came, but unfortunately, the party had been advertised in partiular to ravers. Most people were in regular clothes or whatever hip crap it is ravers wear. There was supposed to be a bondage-y demonstration, but the "kitten club girls" or whatever it was had an emergency and couldn't make it. There was one couple who did dress up for the occasion, who immediately made their way over to us. The guy was in a latex body suit and the girl a plush leotard as to show off her bf's shibari (japanese rope bondage) skills - and kitten ears. Gradually we got onto the subject of "what we wanted" and learned they were looking for a submissive girlfriend. So my ex said "Oh, she's (implying me) a submissive! We should meet up sometime!" He argued for the rest of the night that this is no way could've implied a swinger situation to anyone. Anyone need further evidence my ex is dumb? Anyway, they were quite nice, chatting about a variety of similar topics, and gave us names of local kinky places. My ex and I never pursued that, shying away from the "swinger" aspect of it. We went to the strip-club portion of the club and tipped the dancers. Friend-of-ours getting a bird's eye view of the dancer (who I later worked with) licking my nipple. I felt bad for them, though, there were only three regulars there on a Saturday night and nobody was really selling dances. My ex made a large point of the fact that THIS club gave 2-4-1 dancers all the time, which was a much better deal than the other club ($20/2 dances, which the club kept half of). The "Ball" itself later disintegrated further. The organizers antagonized the male half of the couple into tying a couple of girls up as the demonstration, which he stated he didn't like being asked to do since none of them had agreed to do any sort of scene prior. A girl had her purse stolen, so she and friends chased whomever into the parking lot, where one of them got hit by a car. Yeah. So we were locked in for another hour or so until it could be straightened out. The DJ/organizer for that event turned out to be a DJ I later worked with in Binghamton - who I personally disliked for a number of reasons. He explained that he'd hoped for the raver culture, which was dying, to be replaced by kink-sluttiness. And, finally, what brought this up - the male half of the nice couple messaged me on the previously mentioned BDSM forum, inviting me and Chris to a party they're having and asking if I'd want to do any TFP bondage-y modeling. He has a onemodelplace profile here: www.onemodelplace.com/Neo_NY rather doubt, due to my miserable time constraints, I'd be able to do either - but I'm terribly delighted to have found them again. After that, and particularly before I met Chris trying to attach myself to another couple, I wondered if my ex was a little less stupid and lot more "into sharing" if something would've come from his unimplied "How about her?" comment. Upstate NY is a small world after all. Mood: amused

	2006.06.15  14.01 Mocking the stupid: Today, BDSM personal ads: (my favorite parts are bolded) "I love to taunt little boys while they are helpless to me in my presents. And I take great pride in knowing that I can make that *little* things between your legs tick with just a wink The first sentence just makes me laugh - I think it makes it sound like when they are in her "presents" as perhaps a euphemism for vagina? the "things" between your legs makes me a bit worried - the woman has apparently cornered the mutant slave market. *snerk* Then someone posted this guy's blathering profile about white supremacy and how he wants a stable of hot nekkid black chicks. And how the "negroid" is beautiful and strong and blah blah but you know, inferior and gorilla-like. To him. And his cock. I don't know, I found it rather hysterical. Personally, I can't take seriously ANYONE insisting on their superiority to X group when they can't spell correctly. Some gems: "there still exist 4 legal statute mechanisms,that when enacted facilitate legal power and control that is tantermount to ownership in all but name" "polluted by the false nonesense perpetrated upon them by the caucasion busybody conscience lobby." (Christ, can't he even spell his own superior race correctly??) "exposed to the eliments at all times" "Enjoyment of cooking healthy and nutricious meals that are traditional for the negroid race." "befit a egroid livestock beast." (Yeah, he forgot the "n" - which makes me think he is really after an egret) "Remember also that negroid females rock when placed at the recieving end of their white masters cock." This one only amuses me when placed after lots of hoity blathering about God-ordained supremacy.

	2006.06.05  21.00 Grr. Whee. So I got a call from AccountantGuy today. Not really sure when all my documents got dropped off, but it is good to know that my taxes just started getting done this weekend. I was annoyed in the first place when I was told mine wouldn't get done until after April 15th because AccountantGuy was on a cruise - wtf kind of CPA goes on a cruise April 5-20th?? Anyway, he earned additional love by, when not able to get ahold of me directly, calling my parents and asking "so, is she still dancing?" If nothing else, it is a novel way to break your career to your parents - have your CPA call them while they're intoxicated and ask. *head to desk* Then, I have to explain the entire industry ALL over again - what do tip-outs mean? DJ and security fees? Am I an employee? What about this pile of receipts I threw in, was I trying to claim those? Any other expenses like that? Plus I think since I was running an hour or so of sleep I explained gross and net backwards, and forgot to include the fact that the computer was helpful for work and absolutely necessary for school. Overall, I wish I'd never brought up the subject of taxes to my parents and could've had a CPA friend do them in Binghamton ON TIME and without feeling hassled. I was going to, even, but before I could tell my dad not to worry, I had a friend who'd do them, he calls and says "I had AccountantGuy fill out an extention in your name! Don't worry." :P In other news, I'm griping again because I still don't want to go to munches or Frugal KinkyKraft Days things around here because of the possibility of StalkerCouple being around.

	2006.06.02  13.11 We were supposed to meet up with girlie at roughly 1pm yesterday. Place was about an hour away. I check messages at 11am and she'd messaged with, basically: "hey, I was wondering if you guys would be okay not getting lunch here but in -otherplace-? See, there is this other girl that I've been talking with and she's kind of interested too so maybe we could have a foursome even?? I dunno, even if not can we all meet up today? We can even hangout with my roommate/ex." As I'm getting ready to reply, she calls with the same question. So, I say it sounds fine, she says she needs to get ready for the day and all still and would call once she got to -otherplace- and there was a definite place to meet. Okee. And honestly, we'd been kind of disenchanted with her somewhat, so I says to Chris "Well, you know, let's just plan to go up and have lunch with all. Might meet interesting people, might not. Won't hurt us to have up to have lunch." (-Otherplace- is closer to us) Soo. We get ready. And wait. And wait. At 1:45 I call her and say "Soo, what's up?" "Oh, I'm at a diner right now, still waiting for my food." -.- "Ahh. Well, we're thinking maybe we should try another day to meet up, that okay with you?" "Yeah! So sorry about it, but I think a raincheck is in order." So, moderately annoyed we spent around two hours getting ready/waiting to hang out with someone who couldn't even be bothered to call and say "erm... maybe not today? sorry!!" :P Combined with other disenchantments: 1. I've nothing wrong with occasionally smoking weed - whatever, long as you're not driving or otherwise being stupid. However, the words "they're helping me get pot because I'm broke" kind of make me irritated. 2. Still living with roommate/ex, which I'm pretty sure is a large part of why she didn't want to plan to go back to her place. I must clarify that I've no problem with girls, especially met over the 'net, who don't want to invite people over to their home first thing. Perfectly sensible. However, if it is because they're got an ex there who is giving them crap - that isn't so great. 3. Lots of emphasis on sex for the first date. Which, for some, that's all fine - but we've said not for us. Which will be followed by "hey, that's cool" and then revisited promptly. Don't think this one will be working out. Sigh. Need other ways of advertising. On a brighter note, though, sprouted a friendship with a MySpace girlie in NJ centered around being being dorky about cereal, RPGs, and the fact her job is making clothing for Dollfies. Mood: dorky

	2006.05.24  22.20 Got the Adam and Eve catalog this month - personally, I dislike them as they sold my name/address like it was going out of style. Plus their catalog and stuff isn't that spectacular, I prefer www.blowfish.com for presentation and product line. However, Adam&Eve is offering me 50% off something of my choice - which heck, I don't even have a rabbit or knockoff thereof - I'm sure I could figure out something. Or a dvd - Chris and I have been wanting Space Nuts for awhile. Ahh, decisions! Lots of spam mail, 50% off something. . . However, the real reason I'm fond of the Adam and Eve catalog is the endless amount of mockery I can conjure. Like this - Not attractive. In a description of "Jenna Loves Pain" - "vibrators, nipple pumps and other bizarre devices" - uhm. Vibrators? Bizarre? Buh? Personally, I think these types of things are bizarre. Probably because I start thinking of pixies too much. Sleeve type of deals I don't find odd, even the disembodied asses I can live with - but the miniature body sans head and limbs weirds me out. If you're really in need of a laugh, though, read some of the reviews for blow-up dolls, like "Officer Sukkit" Best loser quote ever: "it came today i blew it up and just looked at it i din,t expect it to be great but gosh lube up and its sex city it feels so wonderful on my 9'' cock i could fuck it all day" Hahahahaha. Mood: silly

	2006.05.15  19.55 I think I'm in love ( cut for such intense nerdiness )

	2006.05.08  23.30 ( amusing sex/period story under cut ) I have a collection of victorian erotica. I read aloud one of the stories, by anonymous, because to me it is like the first dorky erotic scene - a girl goes to a pharmacy and has the clerk show her the syrienges. Then they start bantering about them vs. the real thing. Then they have sex. It's like the modern "Pizza Delivery" type of porn, but published in 1905. I adore it.

	2006.04.26  14.28 So here is my update about work. I worked a dayshift on Monday, another on Tuesday, and a double on Wednesday. Monday was rather slow, but only 6 girls working so I did decently. Tuesday we had 16 girls working. I didn't make my tip-out for 5 hours, I thought it was going to be my official worst day there. And then, last two hours, I made more than I had the day before. WUnpredictable. Wednesday both shifts we had about 15. Wednesday lapdances are discounted a third, so one would think that more guys would come in buying them, huh? Not really. Wednesday is very deceptive because, as per normal course of the week, there are more people. But only more people coming in to "have a beer" "chill out" "watch the show" (from the back of the club) "relax" me: "great! wouldn't mind if you joined you, then?" "eh, nah, maybe later." :P A lot of "I don't do dances" folks too. It is hard to describe. Because I truly do love being up on stage, and off-stage, having fun. I felt terribly sexy and cheerful getting back up on that stage. Just doing the lapdances /is/ fun - yeah, sure, you get lousy customers that are jerks - but they usually are far outnumbered. I hate trying to hustle and sell. It is such a part and parcel of the business these days. I also hate the drink quota, but that is old news - I hate housefees and tipouts too. I do okay, but I've never been a rich dancer - I can make a lower-middle class income with dancing. I told one random customer that I was working over my break, they said "oh, right, make a couple of thousand over spring break." I laughed so hard. I liked seeing former customers I liked, and seeing some old friends. Lots more boob jobs this time around, I noticed. I didn't personally experience these, but for anyone who has been like "ooo! Dancing!" know that these moments happen. Dancer-on-stage goes to collect $1 tip, customer pulls it away: Customer: "Com'on! Shake that ass first!" Dancer: "Uhm, no, I don't do that." *goes to move on to the next customer* Customer: "You HAVE TO! You're a fucking stripper." Dancer: *grabs him by the collar, prepares to punch him* "EXCUSE ME!?" Customer's friend: "Whoa! break it up! *pushes them apart* Sorry, look, I'll tip you my dollar." Dancer: "NOT THE FUCKING POINT!" Customer's friend: "It's his birthday." Dancer: "I don't fucking care what day it is, you don't fucking treat people like that." then she walked off stage. (different dancer) Customer is wearing a shirt that reads "Y2K compliant." Dancer: "Oh, so, ARE you Y2K compliant?" Customer: "You wouldn't understand, it's a computer thing." Dancer: *giggle* "Well, I'm not too good with computers -" Customer: "Obviously. You work here." Dancer: "You didn't let me finish. I'm not too good with computers, but that's a dumbass shirt." Which it is. I don't really think she did know what it meant, as she kept pronouncing it "complacent." Still, people are idiotic rude. I've been thinking about, if it doesn't look like I'm actually going to be having a lot of shifts from the nursing home and such, of breaking my vow not to work in Binghamton - because it is close, and even if it is a $100/shift club, that's an extra 100-200 a week I could simply sock away. :P We'll see, we'll see. Mood: indescribable

	2006.03.08  22.14 Lemme preface this with saying my family thinks I waitress - I believe my mom thinks at somewhere like those old playboy cocktail lounges from the 70s in a bunny costume, possibly topless. I don't think my dad has heard that information. Apparently. ( crass discussion of money and taxes ) Mood: curious

	2006.02.21  12.45 hahahaha This guy is selling an online book about how to seduce dancers, as he is an expert by virtue of being a former customer, then bouncer, then manager who has slept and even had a relationship or two with dozens of exotic dancers! I, personally, would not hesitate to disagree with a sleazy bouncer/manager who sleeps with all the dancers! http://www.topless-secret.com/ My favorite parts were: # The key difference in a Dancer's psychological makeup and how you can identify them. (It’s like being in their mind…) # How To differentiate the types of dancers and what their REAL motivations are. You know…a lot of guys think that seduction techniques are gimmicks, hustles and manipulations. And so you know, my bf has told me that his rival book, "Dancers Love A Man With Dice" is going to be published soon. His will also feature photoshopped dancers fondling him, but he will be obliviously trying to make a saving throw.

	2006.01.29  11.10 Am I the only person whose brain works like this? Brain: "Hmm... hardcore modeling, couples wanted. I wonder if I could talk Chris into that. I wonder how hard it would be to get his kilt mailed here." Mood: silly

	2006.01.13  04.38 Ow. I'm very dead, knees to my neck is quite sore. That'll teach me to not work for six weeks and then go and cram 21 hours of work into 38 hours. And my sleeping schedule is still waay off. :P However, I had Goal Making It Worth It and Goal of What I Really Wanted to Make. The former was about half of the latter. I came just a bit short of the latter. :D Kind of annoyed at my club, because I told them my schedule and they didn't post it. Nor did they do so for about 9 other girls. Had a customer that wanted to come in, too. >.< ETA: I specifically wanted to mention this conversation from work: Me: So, what do you do? Him: Oh, I try to sell you used cars. Me: Oh yeah? You know that's how Cobra Commander got his start in life. Him: Who? Me: I'm not a dorkass! Haha, I babysit kids, you remember GIJOE? Him: Uhm, vaguely, I guess. Me: Well! Anyway! Decided he deserved better in life so went on to head an evil empire, so's if you go that route too, I'm volunteering for right-hand man... or woman... *giggle* Him: *Is amused, though maybe it was out of fear* Me: And speaking of deserving better in life... *suggestive look* Turned out he was one of those "but why WON'T you go out to dinner with me?" types, so I don't think I ruined any chances at wealth anyhow. :P School and work are going to be such a bitch now, though. Tomorrow goal: go to the school's bookstore, go to the bank, get new tripod, get groceries.

	2006.01.05  17.27 You know, if it fit just a little better or it is extremely slow wherever I'm working, I'd be playing showtunes. Which is why I have very little sympathy with dancers who complain that not dancing to X type of music isn't them - if I were to work in a club that was beloved by many for playing ghetto rap, I'm not going to complain that it isn't me, I'll dance to it and when my customers appreciate my efforts I'll buy a copy of La Traviata with my stage tips. :P Playlist for extremely slow night, or what I'd appreciate: When You've Got It, Flaunt It! (I love this, I just wish the belting part was a little less belting - or DJs wouldn't think it is funny to leave it when the volume goes from demure to ear-bleeding) Ven you got it, flaunt it Show your assets, let them know you're proud Your goodies you must push Stick out your chest, shake your tush Ven you got it, shout it out loud Now Ulla dance. Ven you got it, show it! Put your hidden treasures on display Violinists love to play an E-string But audiences really love a G-string Don't Tell Mama I'm breaking every promise That I gave her, So won't you kindly do a girl A great big favor? And please, my sweet patater, Keep this from the Mater, Though my dance Is not against the law. You can tell my Papa, that's all right, 'Cause he comes in here every night, But don't tell Mama what you saw! If anyone has any other entertaining suggestions, feel free. I'd probably finish this up with Rasputina's Why Don't You Do Right? because it sounds suitably not of this decade and has this Why don't you do right? Like some other men do? Why don't you, get out of here And bring me some money too? as the chorus. Mood: cheerful