Tonight was a bad night. After like 5-6 shifts of being on fire, it was bound to happen, I suppose. But the whole night I was thinking about the DW seminar...keep smiling, be classy. Which was hard when some fucked up chick sat on the lap of a guy I was talking to...we gave each other a look, she whispered something dirty in his ear, and I was like, "Clearly you are uncomfortable...so I am going to go and wish you a good night."
Although I can be a bitch, overall I am a nice girl. And it is not worth it to make me an enemy over $20.
And I am soooooo proud of myself, not for the whooping 6 dances I did, but for not punching the guy that told me I am "Obviously not hot nor pretty, or else I would be doing dances" after I was being nice and friendly to him. Dude, what's with the chip on your shoulder? I made you laugh, and you were an asshole to me...nope, you are too shitty to even kiss my ass.
I am so classy, oh yes so classy, you can go fuck yourself while I am in B-town next weekend partying with my college friends.
At least no one asked me for a blow job! SCORE! No pouting in the DJ booth about how I work in a brothel![]()



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