rochelle

Today I have too much shit to do

I have to work, go to the dmv, go to the post office, must workout, must speak to trainer, must pick up car, must go to school and sign up.

Mmy birthday is coming soon-yeah, and sorta scary. I wonder what 22 shall give way to. My few years in the twenteis have been..."eventful"

20-moved from folks, broke up with boy of 4 1/2 years, became a stripper (not nearly as glamourous as people say it is) quit stripping, found God.

21- Danced as a go-go at a gay club(very cool, no one touches you, you keep on clothes, and you get a pay check, plus none of the dancers try to beat you up or shit in your bag), Did coke, became bartender at nasty strip club, fell in love with manager , got caught up in strip club/drug scandle, and had to wear wigs and hide identity for a month, came to terms with sexual abuse, got into real estate and began to work on my memoir.

22-hmmmmm


Crazy people, crazy. Note I sorta lost God while I was on coke and stuff like that. I am trying to get back in touch with those things.

I better go, time is pressin.