the sign
pole dancing. the new extreme sport?
Current mood: reflective
phone rings.
its electric....dododoodooodoodoooodo
need a jolt?
throw on the boots, hope on the bus.
have a jack and ginger waiting for me, its time to study for finals.
and then i end up at roxza.
huh?
i pranced in there like a reindeer on a cloud....and what did i see?
The lady hung on for dear life!. She spun around the shiny pole as her gluteous maximus streaked down it, creating and ever so soft "clink"
Then up to the rafters she flew, spinning and twirling like a ballerina in the sky. Although I find it hard to believe that Barishnikov would approve of this analogy.
I wonder if these ladies have insurance? Is it covered in their health plan? DO they even have a health plan? What are the benefits of this job?
please educate me.
Aside form the workout, *(thanks Carmen Electra for inspiring women everywhere to "work the pole"!), I see no reason the naked ladies dance.
AND then I go to the rest room to gather my thoughts. Apparently the ladies room is also the dressing room. hair and makeup not included. I opened the door to the sparsely dressed women who were gabbing as if the were at a Starbucks in china town catching up with a good friend and stretching it out like they were about to run a marathon.
I played it cool, for I didn't know where to look, and out of the corner of my eye i saw one of the locker doors open. Immediately I had a flash back to high school and the "mean girls" montage played in my head. As i peeped into the locker what i saw was comforting and disturbing at the same time.
In the locker were pictures taped to the door of a family and kids laughing and playing with their mom. Their mom.
wow.
I used the bathroom, and quickly exited as one lady asked if her boobs looked bigger. Guys....its true what they say about the womens bathroom in this case. Its naked ladies looking at eachothers you know whats...and apparently in this place for the right price..you to can participate.
I walked through the club...of predominantly men like ravenous wolves look at a honey glazed ham..... creepy, yet flattering.
I did the robot back to my table of houlligan as "The Sign" blared through the club. I think it was a sign.
We danced to ace of base.....i was clothed. and i still made a dollar.
yes!
after that we proceed to have a mock photo shoot in the street....
give me pouty
**snap*
give me innocent
*flash**
give me a break!
**snap**flash**
SIRENS!!
oh no! what now?
officer four eyes pops out of his orange camero police mobile diagonally paked in the street.
he asked me to come over to him, i said do i have to?
(honestly who says that to a cop? apparantly i do)
he asked again motioning me over, and i swear to god....i did my robot a few steps over to him. ( probably not the best idea)
he told us:
"that if we wanted to shoot kiddie porn we should go to the beach."
he cant have this sort of thing going on in the residential area, and this sort of dirtyness belongs in Waikiki./ ( end quote)
after a soft giggle i saluted the officer. (again...not the best idea)
he got into the orange Camareo police mobile and sped off. demonstrating his speed skills. I wonder if he ever gets tickets? thank you officer four eyes, for assuring me that my tax dollars are spend keeping the crack heads off the playground. thank you.
In a nut shell...
Random Monday Funday.....had a final this morning, and i believe that the pre final fiasco was a much needed jolt that truly inspired my pursuit of academic excellence. Last night I became a stripper, a porn star, and an all around un lawful citizen on the verge of arrest.
wow.
.....i learned that if I fail my finals and drop out of school.....i am pretty much screwed.
i may find my self in one of these predicaments......and in my opinion.... being the naked lady doing ballerina moves in the sky, looks fun...but in essence is a very dangerous trade.
my dream of working for tv took a drastic turn.
and i talked to the men of Fuel.
apparently pole dancing is not classified as an extreme sport.
this is Boomshakalaka....you stay classy internet.
out.
Current mood: reflective
phone rings.
its electric....dododoodooodoodoooodo
need a jolt?
throw on the boots, hope on the bus.
have a jack and ginger waiting for me, its time to study for finals.
and then i end up at roxza.
huh?
i pranced in there like a reindeer on a cloud....and what did i see?
The lady hung on for dear life!. She spun around the shiny pole as her gluteous maximus streaked down it, creating and ever so soft "clink"
Then up to the rafters she flew, spinning and twirling like a ballerina in the sky. Although I find it hard to believe that Barishnikov would approve of this analogy.
I wonder if these ladies have insurance? Is it covered in their health plan? DO they even have a health plan? What are the benefits of this job?
please educate me.
Aside form the workout, *(thanks Carmen Electra for inspiring women everywhere to "work the pole"!), I see no reason the naked ladies dance.
AND then I go to the rest room to gather my thoughts. Apparently the ladies room is also the dressing room. hair and makeup not included. I opened the door to the sparsely dressed women who were gabbing as if the were at a Starbucks in china town catching up with a good friend and stretching it out like they were about to run a marathon.
I played it cool, for I didn't know where to look, and out of the corner of my eye i saw one of the locker doors open. Immediately I had a flash back to high school and the "mean girls" montage played in my head. As i peeped into the locker what i saw was comforting and disturbing at the same time.
In the locker were pictures taped to the door of a family and kids laughing and playing with their mom. Their mom.
wow.
I used the bathroom, and quickly exited as one lady asked if her boobs looked bigger. Guys....its true what they say about the womens bathroom in this case. Its naked ladies looking at eachothers you know whats...and apparently in this place for the right price..you to can participate.
I walked through the club...of predominantly men like ravenous wolves look at a honey glazed ham..... creepy, yet flattering.
I did the robot back to my table of houlligan as "The Sign" blared through the club. I think it was a sign.
We danced to ace of base.....i was clothed. and i still made a dollar.
yes!
after that we proceed to have a mock photo shoot in the street....
give me pouty
**snap*
give me innocent
*flash**
give me a break!
**snap**flash**
SIRENS!!
oh no! what now?
officer four eyes pops out of his orange camero police mobile diagonally paked in the street.
he asked me to come over to him, i said do i have to?
(honestly who says that to a cop? apparantly i do)
he asked again motioning me over, and i swear to god....i did my robot a few steps over to him. ( probably not the best idea)
he told us:
"that if we wanted to shoot kiddie porn we should go to the beach."
he cant have this sort of thing going on in the residential area, and this sort of dirtyness belongs in Waikiki./ ( end quote)
after a soft giggle i saluted the officer. (again...not the best idea)
he got into the orange Camareo police mobile and sped off. demonstrating his speed skills. I wonder if he ever gets tickets? thank you officer four eyes, for assuring me that my tax dollars are spend keeping the crack heads off the playground. thank you.
In a nut shell...
Random Monday Funday.....had a final this morning, and i believe that the pre final fiasco was a much needed jolt that truly inspired my pursuit of academic excellence. Last night I became a stripper, a porn star, and an all around un lawful citizen on the verge of arrest.
wow.
.....i learned that if I fail my finals and drop out of school.....i am pretty much screwed.
i may find my self in one of these predicaments......and in my opinion.... being the naked lady doing ballerina moves in the sky, looks fun...but in essence is a very dangerous trade.
my dream of working for tv took a drastic turn.
and i talked to the men of Fuel.
apparently pole dancing is not classified as an extreme sport.
this is Boomshakalaka....you stay classy internet.
out.
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