Hello, darlings.
I had a great weekend of work and play, and I hope everyone else had a good one, too. Saw some friends, rubbed some people, drank some booze, ya know that type of thing.
Trying to hook up with some professional dood who left me a VM at 9am. Not surprisingly, I snoozed right through the phone's obnoxious ring. He wants to schedule a massage I thought for today (come on, don't leave me hanging). I have alot of clients from a real estate firm downtown, and they're great at refering me to their associates. That's it, my darlings, do the networking for me so I can enjoy my lazy SG time. I'll hustle when I need to, but so far this outcall business thing just kind of works on it's own. I'm not too into hustling, anyway. Maybe that's why I didn't stick with stripping too long.
Ugh, I think I fried my brain in the heat outside. I was running around doing some errands w/ Jiatsu_Kamikaze, getting him his dope and whatnot. I was fine until we had a little porch hangout w/ his friend who regaled us with stories of randomly punching people in the head on the streets of Brooklyn. He's a mortgage broker now, so he's cleaned up. I'm wearing all black, and realized I was about to spontaneously combust in the sun. It was time to go seek shelter in my cold house, but damn I wanted to hear more stories of random violence.
Going shopping with the fabulous Contradiction tomorrow, and maybe out to a club later. I want to go to Tiffany's just to look at expensive stuff, and then to Urban Outfitters for something more in my budget. We have to support the "rich" mall in Orlando so stores down start closing
. I want to meet her boyfriend, too, who sounds really nice.
Well babies, that's it for now since I feel a little barfy. Maybe eating half a bag of chips didn't help, either. Woooo.
Oh! As a fun side note, my husband and I just realized yesterday was our 2 year wedding anniversary. Let's see.....he worked, then I worked, and I saw him briefly.....fun! Who thinks he owes me an expensive dinner at this awesome French restaurant here in Orlando? Me, too. I guess we'll get around to it. Sigh.
Today's Thought:
I'm a hot girl. Please buy me expensive junk. (sorry, feminists).
Today's Menu:
Turkey burger, these yummy garlic potatoes I made, maybe some salad if it hasn't got bad, paired with "a nice Chianti" (do the Hannibal Lecter voice).
Today's Underwear:
Pink thong. There's somethin' girly beneath the black Diesel jeans w/ studded belt!
Today's Vice: (oh, that's a new feature!)
Too many chips, and I'll probably drink most of that bottle of wine. Oh well, red wine's good for your heart! (but I'm sure not in mass quantities).
Love, miss_lady
ps: Please feel free to keep flooding my journal with pictures of shoes and girlfriends of serial killers. Thx.
****edited to add****
Jiatsu wanted me to tell you all about how he had to break into his own house. How could I forget? Scary how easy it was.
*****Another edit*****
Not ready to do a full update. "I don't wanna!" in Stuart voice.
The hurricane is (supposedly) soon on it's way. I'm going to hide under my desk with my cats. (Actually, it's only sprinkling a little right now. I've just always wanted to curl up in the fetal position under my desk and have someone find me that way, like when Jim Bakker was being taken downtown...)
********************A very
update!**********************
Oh yeah, that hurricane is not joking about being on it's way!
I had a great weekend of work and play, and I hope everyone else had a good one, too. Saw some friends, rubbed some people, drank some booze, ya know that type of thing.
Trying to hook up with some professional dood who left me a VM at 9am. Not surprisingly, I snoozed right through the phone's obnoxious ring. He wants to schedule a massage I thought for today (come on, don't leave me hanging). I have alot of clients from a real estate firm downtown, and they're great at refering me to their associates. That's it, my darlings, do the networking for me so I can enjoy my lazy SG time. I'll hustle when I need to, but so far this outcall business thing just kind of works on it's own. I'm not too into hustling, anyway. Maybe that's why I didn't stick with stripping too long.
Ugh, I think I fried my brain in the heat outside. I was running around doing some errands w/ Jiatsu_Kamikaze, getting him his dope and whatnot. I was fine until we had a little porch hangout w/ his friend who regaled us with stories of randomly punching people in the head on the streets of Brooklyn. He's a mortgage broker now, so he's cleaned up. I'm wearing all black, and realized I was about to spontaneously combust in the sun. It was time to go seek shelter in my cold house, but damn I wanted to hear more stories of random violence.
Going shopping with the fabulous Contradiction tomorrow, and maybe out to a club later. I want to go to Tiffany's just to look at expensive stuff, and then to Urban Outfitters for something more in my budget. We have to support the "rich" mall in Orlando so stores down start closing
. I want to meet her boyfriend, too, who sounds really nice.
Well babies, that's it for now since I feel a little barfy. Maybe eating half a bag of chips didn't help, either. Woooo.
Oh! As a fun side note, my husband and I just realized yesterday was our 2 year wedding anniversary. Let's see.....he worked, then I worked, and I saw him briefly.....fun! Who thinks he owes me an expensive dinner at this awesome French restaurant here in Orlando? Me, too. I guess we'll get around to it. Sigh.
Today's Thought:
I'm a hot girl. Please buy me expensive junk. (sorry, feminists).
Today's Menu:
Turkey burger, these yummy garlic potatoes I made, maybe some salad if it hasn't got bad, paired with "a nice Chianti" (do the Hannibal Lecter voice).
Today's Underwear:
Pink thong. There's somethin' girly beneath the black Diesel jeans w/ studded belt!
Today's Vice: (oh, that's a new feature!)
Too many chips, and I'll probably drink most of that bottle of wine. Oh well, red wine's good for your heart! (but I'm sure not in mass quantities).
Love, miss_lady
ps: Please feel free to keep flooding my journal with pictures of shoes and girlfriends of serial killers. Thx.
****edited to add****
Jiatsu wanted me to tell you all about how he had to break into his own house. How could I forget? Scary how easy it was.
*****Another edit*****
Not ready to do a full update. "I don't wanna!" in Stuart voice.
The hurricane is (supposedly) soon on it's way. I'm going to hide under my desk with my cats. (Actually, it's only sprinkling a little right now. I've just always wanted to curl up in the fetal position under my desk and have someone find me that way, like when Jim Bakker was being taken downtown...)
********************A very
update!**********************
Oh yeah, that hurricane is not joking about being on it's way!
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well, Angel and I figured it out...smoke some excellent weed, run a cold bath, get naked, and hop in with some water and honey graham Life cereal. That works.