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No calls as of yet. Which is fair. I booked on around 2ish, the booked off again at 5 until 11:30 PM. What? I had ultimate Frisbee! These things are important.

I got a call from the office this afternoon about my profile and name, and so on. I’ve decided to do away with Alison completely. I had to come up with a name on the spot, so I said Megan, but now I’m thinking Carly… but I keep spelling it Carley. That would be incorrect. I actually googled good escort names. Most of the names I found were not good. I loved the comment from Ted, about how hookers names were either a car, type of wine, or gem stone. Hilarious. I’m not doing that. I’m an escort; not a whore. Ha ha, I’m such a bitch.

Awesome thing, those photos… those infamous mysterious photos that the boss had done over a year ago, that never saw the light of day, are now up. I had a friend accuse me of being narcissistic. There may be truth about that… I do write a blog about my life for the world to see. My point is these photos are incredible. I’ve never seen photos of me that are so hot! And the only reason I say that is because I often don’t think I’m that hot. Self esteem issues, being bullied in school… whatever… seeing these photos are a nice stroke on the ol’ ego.

HOWEVER

They’re posted without hiding my face. The photos are so hot they don’t even really look like me, but still, really not happy about it. I told them to take them down. Hopefully they will.

I work my real job tomorrow until 2, then I’ll book back on. Rumour has it I smell like pub after work… but that’s what perfume is for, right? Clearly.