I’m really bad at making up my mind. This may be why I live in a van, because I can’t make up my mind to commit to any place or life. I want them all. Today I woke up and it was raining. I wanted to run on the beach. I did not want to… Continue reading Decisions.
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The F word
I’m really lucky to have grown up in the way I did. Even though there was a lot of trauma and bad things and insanity, I grew up with a lot of very basic things that it seems like a lot of people miss out on. When I was a kid we never had a… Continue reading The F word
Harvest Moontime
Harvest moon. Cramps. Can’t sleep. That about sums it up. It’s six in the morning, the moon is huge and orange, and I’m crouching in the front seat of the van watching Bro sleep on the bed. I take Ginger and Cranberry Bark tinctures for my owie tummy, and it helps but I’m still wide… Continue reading Harvest Moontime
It's come to that, has it?
It’s been a long night because Bro got into the grease from the washed out frying pan, originally from the caribou, and it gave him diahrrea all night. So every couple hours all night long I’ve gotten up, walked him out to some grass, and waited while he shat. Now it’s morning and it’s eleven,… Continue reading It's come to that, has it?
birthday love
I was talking to my mom today and my birthday came up. It’s in a few days. She told me that even if I’m not around, she always has a nice dinner in celebration. After all, it was a pretty big day for her too. On my mom’s birthday, she baked a lemon lavendar cake… Continue reading birthday love
Have I mentioned how much I hate this culture?
A DEFENDANT accused of forcing a prostitute at gunpoint to have sex with him and three other men got lucky, so to speak, last week. A Philadelphia judge dropped all sex and assault charges at his preliminary hearing. Municipal Judge Teresa Carr Deni instead held the defendant on the bizarre charge of armed robbery for… Continue reading Have I mentioned how much I hate this culture?
A little strip club parable.
I didn’t go to the conference. Instead I stayed here and danced and had a great time and ate way too much candy at the halloween party. I also saw a favorite old customer and did a ton of dances for him, and met a really sweet and sexy new guy and did a ton… Continue reading A little strip club parable.
No parts and that hobo-ing angst…
Well, my parts guys didn’t show up last night. I guess taking a transmission off was a little more involved than they thought. In fact, only three customers showed up all night long last night and I only made fifty bucks. Part of the time I spent holed up in the dressing room reading my… Continue reading No parts and that hobo-ing angst…
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I am rich in car parts.
There’s another reason I love this club, besides how it doesn’t discriminate against old women, fat women, transgendered women, or any other kind of women. It’s the only place in the world I’ve traded lap dances for fish, caribou meat, and mechanical labour. Hopefully, I’ll add car parts to that list tonight. Two guys came… Continue reading I am rich in car parts.