Bitch Cindy Lu Who, Skulls, & A Quicky

Had a pretty fun & exciting day. Started out with a quicky, felt amazingly wonderful. His hand around my throat, hands behind my back... Deep... Mmm. Got ready after he left went for a tan. Met up with my girl skulls & spent hella dollars at the mall. Wanted to run over fkn Miss Cindy Lu Who Bitch texting on her celly phoneo standing in the middle of the street! Hair so tall on this bitches head had to call her cindy lu who. Headed to the tattoo shop! Skulls got tatted & I'm finishing my sleeve on wensday! Fkn Sweet!

800$ For One Hour

Sex for money? Is it wrong? Everyone has a price, true or false? Can't say I haven't thought about it. 800$ for one hour. My regular at the club offered it. "Think about it..." All I could really think about was how many guys would honestly pay for sex with a beautiful young girl. A price for sex. Yet we try to teach our young that sex is for love. sex is for marriage. Sex is a powerful hurtful thing. Men use Love to get sex & women use sex to get Love. that's the truth. Deny it all you want. The Love of you life is my regular at a strip club, offering me 800$ to fuck him. Let him bend me over, tie me up, smack me around a little... I bring out the kink in everyone. Is it a curse? A Blessing? Am I a sex addict? Idk,,, But FUCK! 800$ for an hour... I worked yesturday, made 800$ in 7 hours. 800$ for an hour.... degrading? or Bliss?

Sharing the morning ritual...

Every morning I have my capri cig, sit outside the club & chill... Wait for staff to open the door and turn on the bathroom light, morning shit lol tmi? Sorry... Think to myself... Usually have some silly, sad or meaningful thoughts, and go about my day..,

To be continued...

Finally got some...

Mmmm, needed that so much. It was good to, been almost two months since I got any, between work & my little one. Felt so good. Plus got an awesome massage... Mmm, so awesome...

Brain Not Working... Holy Shit!

Ran a red light... Looked right at it and kept going... Wtf! Didn't even realize I did until a car came striaght at me,.. I need a redbull... Eek

Start & End

I never wanted to tell my lifes story. Mostly because I didn't know where to even start. I'd have to go all the way back to how I was raised back 21 years. Seemed exhausting. Then I came across this wonderful thought one morning sitting outside the club, starbucks in one hand, a cig in the other... That it didn't matter where I started my story, because lifes story always has new beginings and new ends each & every day. Life is constantly throwing curve balls at you, you can swing or simply walk away... But you always have to make a choice throughout the day that changes the course of your life and others... Thats how I see it anyways. I'll explain later, .. Have to go change my daughters diaper.