No rest for the wicked
I should go to bed. Really, I should. But, somehow, the day just seems incomplete. It’s like there’s something that I really have to do but I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is. Maybe it’s just that I’m a working girl now and today was my day off.
I just realized how bad that sounds. Working girl. Honestly, you’d think Id’ve see the double meaning sooner than I did. I am, after all, one of the most perverted fucks I know. I’ve now got this horrible image in my head of me at work, standing behind the register, wearing skanky lingerie and a feather boa. Oh, and stilettos. A whore just isn’t a whore without the stilettos.
Work isn’t too bad. I’m finally beginning to figure out just what the hell it is that I’m supposed to do with all those buttons. There is an amazing amount of combinations that those buttons can be pushed in. There are still some procedures and many, many codes that I have not yet mastered, but I’m getting there. My co-workers are great, my boss terrifies me, the pay is only slightly more than minimum wage, but it does get me out of the house. I think that is what Mom wanted. She was tired of having me around all day. There is just so much Nephimar that a person’s sanity can take. Mom must have been nearing her limit.
I do still have time for fun once in a while. Stephanie, Faitha and I still hang out at least once a week. We had dinner together tonight. We end up going to the same place every time. The waiters all like to have us at their tables. Faitha does not believe in leaving a tip smaller than $10. Even if the bill is no more than $10 by itself, she leaves a hefty tip. I wish the people I serve would give me tips like that. That’s more that I make in an hour.
There I go again with that double meaning. I don’t do it on purpose, I swear. Perversion just come naturally to me, I guess.
Speaking of perversion... There’s a guy that’s interested in me. Here’s the squicky part- he’s 7 years older than I am. I’m only nineteen. What am I doing? He only wants to get into my pants. I know this; he as good as admitted to it. He likes the thrill of the chase, conquering one conquest after another and going where no man has gone before. And quite possibly the short skirt and fishnets I was wearing have something to do with it as well. He has a girlfriend as well. I’m THE OTHER WOMAN. What the hell am I doing? I wish I knew.
All I know is that the day still seems to be incomplete. I’ve no idea what’s missing. It’s 3am, I need sleep. With sleep perhaps I can hope for some clarity. Maybe. Probably not. But none the less, peace out homies.
I just realized how bad that sounds. Working girl. Honestly, you’d think Id’ve see the double meaning sooner than I did. I am, after all, one of the most perverted fucks I know. I’ve now got this horrible image in my head of me at work, standing behind the register, wearing skanky lingerie and a feather boa. Oh, and stilettos. A whore just isn’t a whore without the stilettos.
Work isn’t too bad. I’m finally beginning to figure out just what the hell it is that I’m supposed to do with all those buttons. There is an amazing amount of combinations that those buttons can be pushed in. There are still some procedures and many, many codes that I have not yet mastered, but I’m getting there. My co-workers are great, my boss terrifies me, the pay is only slightly more than minimum wage, but it does get me out of the house. I think that is what Mom wanted. She was tired of having me around all day. There is just so much Nephimar that a person’s sanity can take. Mom must have been nearing her limit.
I do still have time for fun once in a while. Stephanie, Faitha and I still hang out at least once a week. We had dinner together tonight. We end up going to the same place every time. The waiters all like to have us at their tables. Faitha does not believe in leaving a tip smaller than $10. Even if the bill is no more than $10 by itself, she leaves a hefty tip. I wish the people I serve would give me tips like that. That’s more that I make in an hour.
There I go again with that double meaning. I don’t do it on purpose, I swear. Perversion just come naturally to me, I guess.
Speaking of perversion... There’s a guy that’s interested in me. Here’s the squicky part- he’s 7 years older than I am. I’m only nineteen. What am I doing? He only wants to get into my pants. I know this; he as good as admitted to it. He likes the thrill of the chase, conquering one conquest after another and going where no man has gone before. And quite possibly the short skirt and fishnets I was wearing have something to do with it as well. He has a girlfriend as well. I’m THE OTHER WOMAN. What the hell am I doing? I wish I knew.
All I know is that the day still seems to be incomplete. I’ve no idea what’s missing. It’s 3am, I need sleep. With sleep perhaps I can hope for some clarity. Maybe. Probably not. But none the less, peace out homies.