Hungover!
I went to a bar last night an there was nothing, absolutely nothing interesting there for me. In terms of money, at least. If I didn't know any better I'd bet my ass that sniffing out guys with heavy wallets was my secondary mutation, I just have a knack for it.
Anyway, if there ain't anybody who will ensure my survival for a few days I make sure to scout the place for any fuckables. Strange enough there always seems to be at least one guy around that is at least acceptable. I mean, I'm not getting all dressed up for nothing. Sometimes I wonder what good old Dr. Farr would have to say about my taste in men. Would he warm up the good old stories about my strict daddy and the fact that my mom was a slut? Blah, blah, blah. I like interesting men. If I want someone cute and cuddly who laps up my every word I get a puppy.
Needless to say, I had fun. Guy bought me a few drinks-somehow we ended up going through two bottles of some stuff I had never heard of before. And judging by the size of my head today it was for the better.
So here I am, head aching, feeling like utter shit. Had to walk half an hour to find my car. But he was generous enough to leave his jeans right next to my shoes and there was a fifty in the wallet. It's an added bonus I'd say. Now... Sleep. Lots of it. I could try and cure the hangover away but I am too hungover for that. Yes, that does make sense. Tomorrow I'll have to be at my regular day job. This would make me laugh if I could. Head hurts too much.
My mom would die of embarassment if she knew her daughter worked as a stripper. And that is the occupation that is the more acceptable of the two.