Aug 17, 2003 22:35
I have so many stories to tell that I'm just not ready to share. Why is it I have so much more trouble writing about good things than bad? When life sucks, I update my journal all the time. Now, I can't even write. I've got a diamond in my hand and my fist is closed around it. Can't even look at what I've got. Don't even believe it's there.
Got a job today. I'm doing phone sex. The orientation was a trip. All of the things the FCC forbids phone sex operators from talking about-- it was basically a list of my own sex life. And I learned so much. Did you know that transvestites may not actually be gay? Amazing. It was all I could do not to giggle throughout the whole presentation. Had to do three live calls as a test before they hired me. The third one I had to pretend to be an 18-year-old girl and pee in this 45-year-old guy's mouth. His name was Al. I'll never forget you, Al. I'm such a perv-- doing those dirty calls turned me on. Hope I don't get jaded after a few months.
I'm at Velocity's. One of her new birds died and I had to extract it from the cage. In return for which I got a filet mignon dinner and a matinee tomorrow. I would've done it anyway. Dirty work to do? Call the dyke. I'm not such a good dyke these days, though. My operating license is under review due to an excessive number of violations.