sweetie

*late night good morning*

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just got home. i had to take the train home, cuz Master had to go to the Mexican Consulate. Oh well...
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the gig was strange. My friend was drunk as usual, so i just stood there in the corner waiting to perform. Then we left. Master doesnt like the place too much. He always has to shove the guys away from me. Oh well...
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i like it. i mean, they pay better than the other gigs.
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i need to rehearse more. And note to self: - never ever again step on stage without at least one drink. My face froze and all i could do was move like some robot. Not sexy.
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when Master brings the cam home i'll post pics. i loved the outfit!
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meanwhile this is what is left from last night's makeup:








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i've been up for 26 hours straight. At least 6 of those were spent dancing. There are muscles aching in my body i had no idea existed... Darn those drag queen heels.
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night night. Tomorrow is gig day again. i dance at Hangar 110, a traditional punk rock club in Sao Paulo.
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