Bone Picking

Since joining the Agnency management side of things I have become boggled with a certain phenomenon. There are two types of girls the good girls and the wild childs. I had always considered myself a wild child, but considering the business the bar for wild child goes up severly and even I no longer qualify. The good girl is a fun girl, she parties, she fucks, she chills, and she can get loud, but at the end of the day she still has a good head on her shoulders, and knows how to turn it all off and just be. The wild child will party, will drink, and then not show up to work the next day because she slept through her alarm. Or when she does show she is late, tired, and haggard. Which then means that she needs another half an hour to make herself look like a proper hoe once again. She misses appointments, she puts me in uncomfortable situations (I don't always feel like having to entertain the client that is waiting downstairs myself while she puts 30lbs of makeup on), and she gets on my nerves.

Yet somehow the hot mess wild child still gets 5 times as many appointments as the good girl. I guess when you only have to deal with the antics for an hour or two it's just entertaining.

The long sappy post

So much has happened. I came back from Australia to find H in my bed, naked. It was the most glorious suprise, even tho I kind of just wanted to drop my stuff, go to bed, and be alone. But of all people for me to have to spend time with upon my return he definately was the best one. We stayed together for weeks. We did not seperate for more time then it took to take a shower. Eventually, with regret, I went back to my sisters. We kept on seeing eachother, spending as much time together as we could find. He would come to see me every day, it took about $12 in tolls, plus would usually be a 45 minute drive. He introduced me to his friends and to his family. When he introduced me to people that mattered he did it by saying "This is the divine diety, Allah, Aaaaaalllaaaaaaaaahhh!", and pretty soon when he introduced me as his girlfriend as well.

In the meantime I picked up a job working for a friends agency. I answer the phones, and help out with keeping the girls in order. It's fun, it includes a lot of travel (which sucks), smoking trees, drinking booze, hanging out in hot tubs and strip clubs, and partying. Sounds fun but it gets old. I still see the clients I have previously seen, but not on a very regular basis.

A little while I later I said I love you, but only after he told me that he already knows. He didn't say it back for a few weeks, till he eventually did after I gave him an idea he was extremely happy with. Then his I love you's would follow all of mine. He had one of his routine bad days, but this time I was not prepared for it, they haven't happened in a while. I guess since I hadn't seen him in all of five days he got depressed again. We got in an fight, nothing violent, and once I felt myself getting viscious I ended the conversation, not on the nicest of notes. "I hope you enjoy being miserable and alone."

Well, it's the next day and I have not heard from him. I am aching because all I want to do is fix things, all I want to do is prove to him that I do not want anything from him other then for him to love me back.

Days go by

Oh blog, it has been so long. My lap top is still acting up and so I am using Hs sleeping time to use his iPad for my own needs. Things with H are going really well. He is a peach, and the first guy in ages that respects me, cares for me, values my opinion, and genuinely prefers to always have me by his side then not. We Are even talking about moving in together, which is kind of frightening, but I do need to get out of my sisters house, and I always did kind of dream of making scrambled eggs every morning as my man reads the paper. Oh man speaking of eggs I hope he gets up soon so that we can go get something to eat. I am all kinds of hungry, and I so need a shower.

On the work front there have been changes as well. I've begun thinking of going UTR due to being recognized in public once. Then a friend offered me a position within his agency, answering the phones and helping out with the girls. I took the job in a heart beat, took down my website, and sent out an email informing my already established clients that I will now be utr. So far it's going great, business is picking up, but we still need more girls, and if I find them I get a nice finders fee. God only knows that I will need all the money that I can get since H and I are looking at a place that is 2gs a month.

Dreaming

I am not sure what it is, wether the place, the change of time, the air, the book or whatever else, but I have been having some really intense dreams since I got here. Last night I dreamt that my ex (the scum that he is, I had the displeasure of running into him the day before I left and it made my blood boil) was working as security at a grocery store and ended up throwing eggplants at me. Of course the awesome person that I am I ducked them all but I ended up throwing a huge fit and had to be carried out of the store.