12/31/14

Working in a strip club wasn't bad. It was easy money. I enjoyed dancing and it didn't bother me taking my clothes off. I'm proud or was proud of my body. It was like I led two different lives. I kept them separate. No one at school knew what I was doing and no one at work knew of my personal like. Later to find out that wasn't true. The easy cash made me money hungry. I went from working two nights a week to five. The club was far enough from the college that the guys didn't come to this one. This all was the first bad decision!!!

I have to work tonight. UGH!!!! I don't want to. New Years means alcohol and alcohol means drunks. I have no clue what's in store for me yet other than the driver will be picking me up at 8.