There were times when living in a brothel was the way to live it up for real, poets, writers and painters lived in the company of prostitutes, its was something glamorous and at the meantime dirty.... Not much has lasted for now, there are no poets anymore, there are no parties either, life in a brothel has lost its shine and fame... Now there is nothing interesting...
Ive been living in brothels practically for 2 years, as a dancer, I dont mind if people call me stripper, because actually that is what I am, its nicer to say pole dancer or show girl, actually here in spain show girl works pretty well, as it expresses high quality stripper...

I consider my job an art, I fell in love the first time when I saw a real show by my best friend (ever since), she was one of the best show girls of the very famous Bailen 22 of Barcelona. Somehow Spain has very high quality dancers, you cannot see girls doing strip shows in medieval costumes at any other place...

Anyhow, even my own friends ask me if I am a whore, or if I have ever had sex for money... I never did, and actually I think that the real artists of this dont see the money they see the art, we dont dance to be seen on stage and to be able to ask for more money for sex... yes there are girls who do this, but I have never seen any of them that I could have consider a real artist... Dont get me wrong, I do admire prostitutes, but one thing is one thing and the other is other...

oh yes, now it would be lovely to show you all a video of a show, but it is still in progress, so you need to comform with a bad foto done in the afternoon before the opening of the place...

so i do not have the patience to put a picture here and explain anything... if anybody is in Gijon then should come and see me in the sala G.G, where I am now

In between a break-up and the death of somebody near to my family I feel empty and senseless....

There are no fucking kidney stones, there is no fucking nothing!!! I am completely healthy.... I guess I should be happy about this, but this way there is no reason for the sickness....



Otherwise Im stuck in law.... Im pissed off as hell for other reasons.... actually Im just pissed off by myself

I hate people, but I guess we all have heard this a million times...

I spent the whole night throwing up in the toilet for the 5th time in about 6 months with thremendous pain in my belly

so I freaked out pretty much and further on spent the whole day in the hospital seeing my gynecologist, who told me that I had nothing to worry about...

So on, so on seems like Im having sand in my kidney ( terribly sorry for the inproper translation, I guess you can figure out what I mean), that gives me this kind of sickness...

Anyhow. anyhow nothing's sure, as for the doctors Im pretty healthy, but if so who can explain what is happening to me every once in a while...

soon I might get some fotos of my new tattoo as well

Ive just got inked yesterday...

I was not kicked out of the university...

I survived all the visits Ive had lately...

I got the job I dreamed of...

seems all ok, so thats all...

hey, I wasnt really around, and dont really have anything to say....

So what?? Im fucking over it!!! yes, yes, actually theres one more exam on friday, but that doesnt count, cuz its the second time I do it

monday Im going home at last...

I need a fucking haircut and a brain!!!