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A little music to read to... I've had this song in my head forever and I love it:


I think I will start with last weekend. One of my best friends, Katie, from Canton came down for her bachelorette party. First of all, the maid of honor didn't even come, let alone plan it or even participate in the bridal shower. Two of the other bridesmaids did come. Our friend Angel decided to come down the 1st night though so I was happy. She tends to piss me off fairly easily but I never see her so I was excited and she is one of those funny but take-no-shit chics. We head down to Havana and the Full Monty the first night b/c the girls all want to see their 1st strip club. I pay for the taxi and say someone else can get the next. I ended up paying for every taxi this weekend. One girl "chipped in her share" of $2 one time. I had a Marilyn Monroe Martini at Havana, I highly suggest you all try it. I also made friends with the barback that night, he is so adorable. After a couple drinks and me buying Katie's drinks (the other girls paid for nothing but their own drinks and then ordered shots just for themselves rather than rounds), we head over to the Monty. It was a good time, nothing too crazy.

Saturday night we (by We I mean Me b/c they were supposedly going to chip in later) bought some alcohol, shopped around the city, and came back to the house for the girls to nap while I watched the Bucks game (6-0 bitches ) We got ready and headed to Mynt Ultralounge b/c Heather from Rock of Love was there and I adore that show, along with most other shitty VH1 dating shows. Don't judge. All weekend these damn girls have been bitching about wanting to dance. We get to this awesome dance club, and they stand in the corner. I beg to go dance and finally we go out on the floor. I am the only one dancing. I meet Heather and take a couple pics with her. Awful awful pics, plus the camera person obviously can't aim. Trust me, I looked good that night though, proof later in the story.





Then I tell the girls we can just head upstairs to the Carlisle Club to sit since I'm obviously the only one having fun. Luckily Katie is a whole 112lbs so it only took another 1/2 a drink for her to change her mind and dance. By that time we only had 20 min though so we danced a little then went outside to catch a taxi (wanna guess who paid). I tell him my address and then they start begging to go back to the Full Monty. I am all about making sure Katie has the best weekend and I don't want her paying for shit at her own party so we go back and I pay her cover. We talk to one of the friendly guys we met the nice before and take the seats next to the stage. A stripper "Bling" decided he could get in my pants and sang every song to me, sat on my lap during breaks, and asked if he could "stick it in" right there in the club b/c I had pulled my hand away already when he tried to get me to jack him off. Idiot.
However, another stripper "Vegas" was very polite, had a great conversation with me, and asked for my #, which I gladly gave. "Bling" asked for my # as I was leaving and found out that I had given "Vegas" my # and bitched me out about how he "is a one woman kind of man and obviously I'm not that way so he doesn't even want to talk to me." I say whatever and leave. I get quite annoyed outside when I realize I was just lectured by a stripper (who tried to fuck around in front of everyone) about not being monogamous enough.

I cringe as I look at my bank account Sunday morning. Between all the covers, taxi rides, and trying to make sure Katie didn't have to spend too much, I had spent $250 that weekend. Awesome. So much for being ahead on my bills, I am now behind again. Woooo. I did get to finally try Jack and Benny's and I must say, if you have never been there for breakfast, GO! It is well worth the wait that they often have. I lie down to recover (between my head, tummy, and feet from the heels, I needed it). The gay boys at the strip club did love my heels though and said that I "worked them." "Vegas" aka Carl ended up calling me that day. He is so sweet and so smart and so attentive. I was very pleasantly surprised. We have been together every moment that one of isn't working since then. He comes and takes me to breakfast when he gets off work and then we cuddle and pass out until I have to head to work or class. He also insisted that I take some $ yesterday so that I could get lunch at work since I was working 9hrs. He is awesome.

So today was a good day. I woke up with Carl, who is probably also the best cuddler and kisser I have ever met. Mia took me to get chinese for lunch b/c I haven't been able to afford groceries. I received a small check for my old electric deposit. Then we went to Humane Society instead of class. I fell in love with a white kitten who was too squirmy in my arms to get a pic of, and this lil guy:



We got back at 3:15. I had a 3:30 class that I was considering skipping. I grab the syllabus to see what I would be missing. EXAM #1. SHIT!! I grab my notes and book and fly across campus. I wasn't worried about the material b/c I understand it and I take good notes and it was open note. There are only 2 that I am not positive that I had correct, but there was a bonus question that I know I did get, so I have a minimum of a 98%. Wooooo! I go to my English class next and get back the paper that I am sure was shit, and flip to the back page to see a high B. Wooooooo again! So despite the giant hickey on my neck, today was pretty much perfect... what can I say, I like neck biting. At least it's hoodie and turtle neck weather Mmmm I love hoodies and I have the cutest sweaters. Yay! Carl just called to tell me that he made $50 on the 1st song he performed on stage and booked a private dance. I had burnt him a new cd so he wanted to tell me it was working. That white boy can dance better than any of the black guys there, and pretty much better than any girl I have ever seen. The way he spins on that pole too, omg. I'm definitely in like with a stripper.

This is the fortune I received today. I read it right after I told Mia how much I like Carl and how I want to know where it's going but I don't want to freak him out:


Bastard fortune cookie ppl playing with my insecurities and shit.

And this is a pickle I ate. It had a nub at the top that made it look like a bowling pin and it made me giggle.