rylee

I got my care package in the mail. yay!
The stickers are awesome, the top is a tad bit too small on my boobs, (and a long sleeve thermal...in arizona of all places, but it's still way cute ) and my booty shorts are one size to big, but with my clothes washing skills, that problem will be taken care of.
I went to work last night, kinda against my will, but I needed to make a little spendin' money for the week. I haven't been going too much, it kinda wears me out. I'm not the usual type of stripper that gets on stage and pops her ass to the newest rap song, i don't wear the pretty pink little thong bikini sets and i don't do drugs. I have no clique, people respect me more out of fear than a geniune fondness, but that's okay with me and it seems like whenever someone who thinks that I am 'cool' with them has a problem with someother girl, they come and tell me about......Now what am I really going to do for someone that I could give two fuckin shits about?

Exactly.

Anyways, it was drama drama drama last night, and no customers. I think it's because our main rock radio station had it's anual KFMA day, it's like a conceret with 8or so bands. Oh, and the fair. But I still managed to make decent money off of one guy. go me

So that was my night.

This morning I woke up feeling like shit
My ear hurts for the first time in my entire life, I couldn't even eat my most favoritist food in the world, Nicos, (sunshine i'll take you there) and I have this awful pain shooting down my rib cage every couple of minuites.
yuck.

I was going to continue, but i'm tierd and i'm gonna try to sleep before the man and baby get home.