June 18, 2013
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I am back from the beach. And I am tan. And I am proud.
Yesterday, I was sitting in with my friend on her training session and I was highly amused to catch glimpses of adorable boy’s personality that he usually keeps so carefully away under a strict mask of professionalism whenever he’s around me. I was surprised to see how goofy he is.
He’s perfect.
And my heart will always belong to him.
The job search continues and I am getting more and more sure of my future in stripping. I can’t do another year of mulch and I certainly cannot be unemployed, so I will continue to get into shape and when I feel completely comfortable naked in front of strangers, I will move to the city. Seriously, I don’t think I’ll ever find a job in my field worth having. English Literature was not the route that I should have gone. However, I would have just graduated from college last month if I had stayed in education and I’d have had another entire year of tuition and various other school expenses to pay off. Opportunity cost.
Oh well. I shouldn’t dwell on the “what if” of life anymore than I should dwell on the “adorable boy.” But we all know how well that works for me.Sprinkles of black sand,
Glued to the back of my shins.
I miss the ocean.
