I have been sick up to my eyeballs so I haven't been working today and can only type about yesterday without vomiting now after lying with a hot water bottle all day. And I was soo depressed last night that I started crying in the club despite beautiful boys swanning round :( The only slight positive is that I have decided I simply MUST spend some whore dollars on a nurses outfit or my costume chest will never be truly complete.
Yesterday I talked to a few people. One guy I think was just lonely. He lives in town and talked to me for ages about completely trivial stuff like where I go when I go out. And about swinging. He said the swinging scene is HUGE here, which really schocked me. I said I wanted to get dressed up and go to a fetish party and he said he'd love to take me. Which would be fine if my profile didn't say I was 5"7 which I most definatley am not.
Other people phoned for 5 minutes or so, wanting to hear about BLOWJOBS, BLOWJOBS, BLOWJOBS. Snore!!. Seriously, get a fucking imagination. The funniest one was some guy who said "Oh holy fuck I just came all over myself!!!" I just laughed. It was cute, I think ?
I'm not particularily looking forward to working again tomorrrow but I am wayyy under quota for the week. Im just goinbg to lie in bed feeling sorry for myself all day about feeling sick and feeling sorry for boys phoning a sex line.
I'm sitting here with BC watching sexcetera to try and get some inspiriation. Japanese rope bondage is certaintly intricate, but unshaved pornstar armpits is making me thankful that the sick bucket is nearby :(
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