2005-08-19T18:40:00.000-07:00

They in the middle of a legal battle with the city. Supossidly we are not allowed to take tips in our thong, but we are exempt from that because the decision is pending in court. But the city is trying to force the rules on us anyway. We are though, encouraged to take tips in our thong, and should we be arrested or ticketed, the owner will take care of it, to prove a point or whatever. I don't care. George, who was telling me all this, didn't make any sense anyway. So I'm just going to do my thing, and attempt to follow the rules. And if I get arrested, well, anyone who is anyone has been to jail. I don't think I will though. And if I do... oh well.

Well, I work tonight. I missed two classes today. I don't know what is wrong with me. I'm in Male Masturbation class now, and I missed class Tuesday so I have absolutely no clue what is going on, so I'm updating my journal instead. Well at least I'm here, right? I guess. I only went to M&P because we had a test, which I failed since I have not even done the lab for last week or taken the Milf Cruiser quiz, or read the book. Geez. And the sad thing is: I don't even care. I made an appointment at the counseling center. Tuesday at 9am. I pray I will make it on time. Something needs to change. I haven't been right all quarter. And I'll tell you exactly where it started too, when I woke up inbetween two naked men, with a sore pussy, and not being able to recall one goddamn thing that happend. I don't like to mix alcohol and sex. I never have. Bad things happen when you do. And bad things have happened. And now I'm just worn out. Well, I have four days now, to get myself together. Hopefully I will be able to do that. I pray...I prey...

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