Hey girl, Patience is a 30s thing, it really is. I WISH I had 1/2 of the patience I have now than I did in my young stupid years. I'd be so much further ahead....said everyone, right?? I've been feeling so impatient lately, especially with the day job. Fuck, it takes up so much time... Continue Reading →
Hey girl, It has come to my attention, that as you enter your thirties, self-care becomes a non-negotiable. At least, it should be a non-negotiable by the time you hit that decade. Let’s face it- life gets pretty tedious in your thirties. Usually, there’s a marriage, a mortgage & kids thrown into the mix by... Continue Reading →
Hey girl, You know what I've never been into? Having a giant, expensive elaborate wedding. Nope. I have never wanted to be bothered with all that shit. And my God! Women go absolutely fucking nuts over planning their wedding. Is it a special day? Absolutely. Do you need to blow thousands of dollars and take... Continue Reading →
Hey girl, That’s where my stripping career began- cold calling the number in the ad from the back page of the local whats-what publication, which has since, sadly, folded. The back page was where all the strip club ads were, the hooker ads, the "massage therapists", whatever nighttime vice you would be looking to get... Continue Reading →
Hi girl, Let’s talk anxiety. That nasty, gut-clenching, cold sweat monster that rears it’s ugly head at sometimes unexpected moments. However, when you live with it, you start a running list of all the situations and people that give you an anxious rush. I was such an anxious little kid. There was no running around,... Continue Reading →
My thoughts still linger On the what if Why can’t I give it up And live this ordinary life My guilt wrestles with desire Some days aren’t so bad.
Tonight, by so many tragedies My own self created And the world’s I beg them stop circling my brain And let me sleep Some haunted dreams of Mercury
Hey girl, My co-workers are amazed at my ability to prance around the office in 3” heels. I scoff at them. If they only knew. 3” are, of course, nothing when you’re used to running around the club in 7” heels with a goddamn 4” platform. Wimps. Today I was looking at my heels in... Continue Reading →