I am attempting to get some writing done this morning. I've decided to do a blog entry in attempt to get rid of some of the ADD I'm feeling. I am sitting on my couch, with the laptop sitting on a pillow, on my lap, and the blanket over my head. I'm listening to pop latino music currently, but I might switch back to classical.
This manuscript is getting tedious. I have it all planned out, I know how it ends, its just a matter of finishing the scenes. Ah, that key component! But what else am I going to do with my day off, when there's accumulating inches of precipitation outside? The roads are shit, and there's a good chance I won't leave my house today. Except to shovel- I need to get some exercise in. If the weather wasn't shit, I would probably pack up the laptop and take it to the library to write.
As I sit here, I realize how much more of a homebody I've become. I don't even make an effort to hang out with people anymore. A lot of the reason is that the majority of my social circle is people from the club, and while I'm not trying to shit on them, I also am no longer interested in hanging out with them. I made the choice to leave that circle, and move on with my life. Some of the reason is that I'm no longer in an anxiety-ridden relationship, where I needed other people to help me feel validated. A and I don't like the majority of people, and we're content with each other's company.
With the writing, I remind myself that this is what I've wanted for so long- to have a normal job, and on my days off, spend it all day writing on my laptop. The last time I was close to this was when I was still married, and could spend all day writing and then all night dancing. But back then the relationship was shit, and I wasn't as wholesomely happy as I am now.
Reading this entry over, I used the word 'shit' quite a bit. My apologies, but the shit fit ;)
K
Showing posts with label exotic dancing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exotic dancing. Show all posts
February 05, 2014
July 17, 2013
The one thing I Miss....
The only thing that I really miss about dancing (not counting the shifts where a surprising amount of money was made- that goes without saying) is working so intimately with sexy females. Ok, so they weren't all sexy. However, most were, and I only fuck with the sexy ones anyway!
I miss smacking asses, grabbing titties, pulling hair, not to mention all the trash talking and dirty whispers ;)
I have worked with some of the funniest, sexiest bitches on the planet. I miss the sexy :(
I make up excuses to put on makeup, since it's fun now not having to put it on every day and freshen it like, eight times a day. Oh, there are dishes to wash? Better go slap on some concealer and mascara!
This new job has HR.....better keep my hands where they belong....
K
I miss smacking asses, grabbing titties, pulling hair, not to mention all the trash talking and dirty whispers ;)
I have worked with some of the funniest, sexiest bitches on the planet. I miss the sexy :(
I make up excuses to put on makeup, since it's fun now not having to put it on every day and freshen it like, eight times a day. Oh, there are dishes to wash? Better go slap on some concealer and mascara!
This new job has HR.....better keep my hands where they belong....
K
July 15, 2013
Fiji Monday
Guten Morgen, mein lovelies.
How are we faring on this day that promises to be hot as shit?
People in colder climates are never happy--we bitch all winter long and talk about all that we're going to do outside once the weather warms up...then it comes, and gets hot, and we all pussy out and stay inside with our air conditioners.
I admit, I am guilty of this wasteful behavior. However, I do have to be careful on exerting myself in hot weather- I do not do well in temps over 80. And that's due to a thyroid condition that I did not ask for.
Orientation for my new job is on Wednesday. The new job process takes so long, its aggravating. However, the extra couple of days allows me to pick up some more writing jobs and blog writing in the meantime.
In a way, it feels like I've returned from Exodus and can once again be a part of society. While I was dancing, I felt like I stood on the edges of "normal life", and led a lifestyle too radical to get any closer. It's not like I was dying to get back into society- I don't really give a shit about people. However, it is very nice to not have my brain scramble for a reply when asked what my employment is (yes, even after 8 fucking years, I would still get tripped up). That feels awesome, as simple as it may seem.
My writing muse has been paying frequent visits, as well. She's a crafty bitch, and so are her friends. Sometimes we all get naked and roll around in wet paint, then go chase cows. The farmers are always so puzzled in the morning.
;)
K
How are we faring on this day that promises to be hot as shit?
People in colder climates are never happy--we bitch all winter long and talk about all that we're going to do outside once the weather warms up...then it comes, and gets hot, and we all pussy out and stay inside with our air conditioners.
I admit, I am guilty of this wasteful behavior. However, I do have to be careful on exerting myself in hot weather- I do not do well in temps over 80. And that's due to a thyroid condition that I did not ask for.
Orientation for my new job is on Wednesday. The new job process takes so long, its aggravating. However, the extra couple of days allows me to pick up some more writing jobs and blog writing in the meantime.
In a way, it feels like I've returned from Exodus and can once again be a part of society. While I was dancing, I felt like I stood on the edges of "normal life", and led a lifestyle too radical to get any closer. It's not like I was dying to get back into society- I don't really give a shit about people. However, it is very nice to not have my brain scramble for a reply when asked what my employment is (yes, even after 8 fucking years, I would still get tripped up). That feels awesome, as simple as it may seem.
My writing muse has been paying frequent visits, as well. She's a crafty bitch, and so are her friends. Sometimes we all get naked and roll around in wet paint, then go chase cows. The farmers are always so puzzled in the morning.
;)
K
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