Rotm 157.1 Five Things for My Dressing Room
I’m not real picky about my dressing room. I share it with a dozen other girls so I really can’t be. I’ve got my vanity table in front of the mirror and there are a few things I insist on.
My ipod. I listen to it when I’m getting ready. Usually songs that make me feel sexy like Pretty Woman, Simply Irresistible, Rockstar, Criminal, Toxic…songs like that.
Gold fairy dust. It’s this glittery, shiny, pretty powder that I put all over my body. It makes me feel sexy and it smells great. Not too heavy, not too light. It smells a little like peaches.
A picture of my mom and dad. Okay so this might be a really weird thing to keep up considering they don’t know what I do for living and if they did, they’d have a stroke but it reminds me where my boundaries are. Yeah, I’ve got a few. There are nights that are bad nights and on those nights it’s really tempting to take the five grand a guy offers me to fuck him. That’s a line I’ve drawn that I won’t cross though. If I want to, fine. I’m not a fucking saint where that’s concerned but I won’t take money for it.
Flowers. Usually just a mix that smells good. I stop by and get them for myself every night. It just makes me feel pretty to have flowers sitting on my vanity.
Several martinis. It makes the night go a lot smoother and makes me a much happier girl.
Plans for after work. I don’t want to hang around there and I don’t want to go home. I’m usually entirely too drunk, too hyper or too coked up to even consider going to sleep until dawn. Besides if work sucks, it gives me something to look forward too.
So that’s it. Not really much of a diva. I guess I could be in the right circumstances but then again, maybe not. I just don’t see the point.
My ipod. I listen to it when I’m getting ready. Usually songs that make me feel sexy like Pretty Woman, Simply Irresistible, Rockstar, Criminal, Toxic…songs like that.
Gold fairy dust. It’s this glittery, shiny, pretty powder that I put all over my body. It makes me feel sexy and it smells great. Not too heavy, not too light. It smells a little like peaches.
A picture of my mom and dad. Okay so this might be a really weird thing to keep up considering they don’t know what I do for living and if they did, they’d have a stroke but it reminds me where my boundaries are. Yeah, I’ve got a few. There are nights that are bad nights and on those nights it’s really tempting to take the five grand a guy offers me to fuck him. That’s a line I’ve drawn that I won’t cross though. If I want to, fine. I’m not a fucking saint where that’s concerned but I won’t take money for it.
Flowers. Usually just a mix that smells good. I stop by and get them for myself every night. It just makes me feel pretty to have flowers sitting on my vanity.
Several martinis. It makes the night go a lot smoother and makes me a much happier girl.
Plans for after work. I don’t want to hang around there and I don’t want to go home. I’m usually entirely too drunk, too hyper or too coked up to even consider going to sleep until dawn. Besides if work sucks, it gives me something to look forward too.
So that’s it. Not really much of a diva. I guess I could be in the right circumstances but then again, maybe not. I just don’t see the point.