saillesong

sooo I went back in and danced again today. It kinda sucked I think I lucked out last time and just had a lot of good people come in. Still making 100 bux for playing with yourself all day and drinking really isn't a bad gig...lol. There were a lot of fucking creepy bastards that came in today though. I started to remember why I quit doing this shit in the first place. There are a lot of guys who frequent strip clubs...and by frequent i mean often....like you almost live there...who have the personality of a head of cabbage and the IQ of a fruit fly. These motherfuckers and exceptionally soul-suckingly dull and they view the strip club as an outlet to get someone to talk to them for more than ten seconds so they can piss and moan about their tragic life. You made it that way asshole....aaanyway. Also some of the creepy things people will say to strippers is nuts. They feel they can just blurt out whatever sexual perversion has been bubbling up inside them. This guy came in today that creeped me out so bad I had to hide in the back and I am pretty goddam kinky so you really have to be out there to skeev me out. I feel like I need to take out my brain and scrub it with a wire brush and bleach. This whole dancing thing definitely won't last long for me. I just gotta get some money saved up. siiiiiiigh. Ce la vie.