Thu, 11 Aug 2005 12:44:38 GMT

Man this town sucks. Las Vegas is beginning to be a drag. Being a stripper in a crummy strip club takes a lot out of me. I'm up all night trying to perform for drunken slobs who could care less half the time what I'm doing on stage. I like to dance, but they constantly yell at me and tell me to "take it off". And would it kill them to place something bigger than a dollar bill in my thong? I'd like to see those dollars replaced by 20's. It would help to get paid more since my rent's past due and I'm not sure where I'm going to find the money. Maybe I should quit and find a job that suits me better, whatever that is. Or if that gets old I might just move back to St. Louis.

One thing I do know is I would like to get together with Catherine and see what she's up to. I haven't spoken with her in such a long time. Now if only I can find her phone number. It's in my address book but that's buried under stuff in my apartment. Hmmm, guess it's time to clean up around here. But I hate doing it so maybe I'll wait and do it later. Why put off till tomorrow what you can do like weeks from now is what I always say.

Yes, I am a stone cold procrastinator. Deal with it...

I'm just as blue as the sky...