if things don't work out, i've got a plan

sometimes going to college is tiring. paying bills and going to class and trying to be a "good student." sometimes i want to give it all up. i want to leave and become a stripper. this is not something i pine over, but could eventually be coaxed into trying. it doesn't require anything but skillz. i must say that having that pole installed in my room has inspired many routines.

being a stripper requires courage and gusto. two things i'm definately not without. i'd love to shake my titchatas in the face of some businessman for twenty dollars. in the end, they are the ones being shorted out. they get to go home with an erection and jack off to some perfected image of my body. i get to go home and use the money to buy muffins. eventually, i may save up enough to where i can go back to school, but by then i may not want to go.

i'm pretty sure one of my costumes would have to be pirate wench, but i'd need help taking off that corset. i'd like my stage name to be Betty Buck.

 
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