And Fast Forward….

I’d like to start with an eloquent apology for not writing for so long, but I’m getting sick of starting every entry like that.

I’d also like to explain my life and how I got to be where I’m at right now, but that would take waaaay too long, so you’re just going to have to deal with a jump in the narrative of my life.

I broke up with the girl. It was hard and I still love her, and it remains hard because she remains semi-in-my-life. Hideous, you know, watching someone you love go down a terribly destructive path and knowing that you can do nothing. And knowing that if you stay with them all you’ll be able to do is pick up the pieces eventually. Yeah, it was a very hard decision, leaving her. And yet in the end there was very little else I could do.

Also, I’m working as a prostitute in a massage parlour. Been doing it for about 3 months now and thoroughly loving it. Those who have been reading my diary for way too long might remember that I worked for a while as a hooker on the streets, and that one didn’t work out so well for me. However, I have stumbled upon what must be just about the nicest parlour in the world. It’s owned and run by a woman who used to work herself, and she treats the women basically as she wished she’d been treated when she worked. The surroundings and beautiful, the clients are gentlemen, the other women are lovely and the money is excellent.

If you’re suddenly filled with horror and a desire to lecture me, go read the Scarlot Harlot’s works. I’m a happy, empowered, feminist hooker. No one makes me do anything I don’t want to and I have a whole lot of fun.

This is just an update to fill in my readers (any who may be left!) so I can carry on in my diary, writing about my life as it is.