Here’s me performing Monday night…in my underpants…in front of about 150 people. Wherein I also put on pantyhose. That is the inside of a popcorn bag I am licking at the beginning. My boyfriend recorded this. He is still my boyfriend. He’s a keeper for sure.
I have discovered since then, an empowerment of great magnitude. I highly recommend this process in your healing journey.
If this is how I feel being in giant granny panties and a t-shirt on stage, I have all new respect for strippers. They should feel like Queens of the Universe. That whole ‘Daddy didn’t come to enough dance recitals’ story is bullshit!!! They are laughing us all the way to the bank and to enlightenment girls!!!
I am quitting my job – I have an interview Thursday at a busy mexican restaurant that has massive amounts of tequila and BOMB tacos. Here’s my plan: Work part time to pay rent, build up my hair clientele on my own…find a commission based salon to help me do that. I have three appointments on Thursday from people calling me. I have not had a chance to even market myself. Now I will. I CAN DO THIS. If rent/loan/phone is paid with a part time job, I can build this hair biz up. Its already doing it without me trying. I can’t try when I spend 50 hours a week driving/sitting at this dum job.
I AM JUMPING. THE NET WILL APPEAR.
I challenged the boss on how she makes us put our own money in the drawer when we are short – which after a call to the Labor Board reveals is ILLEGAL. She is not talking to me at work now and said ‘just remember you said that’ – ???? What that is supposed to mean is baffling to me…but I get paid hourly, so I’m showing up til I find a new gig. I am bringing home $480 every two weeks. I think I can find a job that equals or betters that.
I CAN DO THIS.
My leopard print Olga underpants have become my cape.
Carry on warriors.