Obligatory Blog Post

     I don’t know what to say. I feel like I’ve temporarily lost the knack for writing. I feel like all the stories I want to write will come out as “And then this happened, and then this happened, and then this happened…”. I don’t know why, and I’m not worried. While most things have settled down, my inspiration to write just isn’t what it used to be.

     Things have been really good though since my last post. I’ve quit crying in my orgasms! The weight in my chest has greatly subsided. Things have mostly returned to normal. It’s weird though. I feel like my world has been turned upside down. I’m done school, Joon’s work contract expired so she has returned home, my relationship status is single, and I’m hardly working. I hate being in my apartment without some sort of noise in the back ground. I’ve been watching a lot of Netflix and feeling pretty pathetic about things. I think I’m just feeling really lonely. All the things that used to occupy my time are all gone now. This is just a phase that I’m passing through. And it might also be the last blog post I write for a month or so, as on Wednesday Joon and I are driving across the country. I expect to be back late June.

     Work is going well though. I’m sure there are a lot of non-believers out there, but I had my apartment feng shui’d the other day and it has done wonders for my prosperity! I feel like I’m working half as much, making twice as much. Lots of weird and wonderful things have happened too.

     I think the highlight was last week I was paid to play arcade golf for two hours with another one of our girls, and two clients.

     This morning three of us were sent out to this call with these three young drug dealers. Drug dealers are a different breed, and they’re not my favourite. So cocky. One of them had a tattoo on his chest that said, “Do not revive” Such a hurtin’ puppy.

     A client the other day was short on cash, and didn’t have a car to go get more. I wasn’t going to let him in my car for safety reasons, but I convinced him to give me his debit card and pin number so I could drive and pull the cash out for him. I’ve got mad skills.

     I nearly punched a client the other day. He was drunk and man handling me a bit to much, and he bit my nipple a little too hard. It startled me more than hurt me. I yelled at him, “No!” and pointed my finger at him like he was a bad dog. He started crying.

     Mom has clearly moved on from the “my daughter’s a hooker” shock to the disappointment that I’m not running my own agency. She also asked to borrow $40,000 the other day.