Don't lie to the Story teller.

U should learn never to lie to the story teller. Because all it does is see through your lies, and then put it to paper. Where it will keep it and one day use it to tell the world, your darkest secrets. This would expose you and put you to shame.

But for the storyteller, oh no. But for the story teller, this would bring her glory. For you see, what it wants, is not recognition, or gold, or for glory. All it wants is to see the emotions that come with the exposure.

For you see that is the curse of the story teller. What they thrive on, is the experience.

I've finally figured out how to upload images!

Ive been blogging for a disgusting amount of time and Ive only just figured out how to upload images.

In my hands above you will see the only copy ever to be reproduced of saturated reality. Its brillant really, series of short stories that was compiled of a wee friend of mine. So glad we met, Superstar.

I had my thesis presentation yesterday that went far from good. Even attempting to write about the event brings anger, vomit and tears. Grrrr.

Funnily enough the only person that I could even talk about it to was a patron at the Royal. Perhaps it was the that he wasn't involved in my life at circumstance that I felt it was ok to unburden all this "disappointment" to. After all, what expectation would he have of me?

I've decided that I love red bull. I don't give a rap that I have to crack one open every morning to get me going. Fuck it. Its my vice. Judge me if you please.

The next month of my life is going to be sheer and utter hell. Then after....Bliss in Vietnam.

Hope everything is going swell with you folks.

Stay alive and kicking.

xx

Florence.

Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers

Starts off soft and sweet, then turns them to hunters.

To B and J.

You guys put the rays in my ray bans. I love you both.

xx

Writers block. Go away.

Yeah its no surprise that once in a while, I hit a real block where I can't string words together........

Cept its lasted 7 months.

Grrr.....

A day in the life of a stripper

I know I know, the most cliche title that is going around these days. So whatever, if you don't want to read my take on it, log off.

Over Summer, I got a new job working at a bar. Little did I know that this bar housed the most exciting experiences that I would ever encounter in my life till this point.

Strippers.

Now I don't know about u, but to me, these ladies were beautiful creatures that should one even acknowledge your existence, it would leave you smiling for a day. The way men fawn over them, follow them as they danced across the room, open their wallets and pulling out bills without even knowing how much they were putting in.

Now I still remember the first time one of them even smiled at me, can u imagine how you would feel when they knew your name? Anyways, I had grown to love them and as far as I was concerned, the like was mutual. As long as I stayed out of their way, I posed no threat to them.

Then there was Candy.

The girl was a star. Not because she was the most attractive. Not because she had the best rack. Not because she had "attitude".

Because the girl was geniunely Nice.

Anyways, this really isn't the point of this blog to rant on about Candy's favours. Suffice to say, she and I became fast and close friends.

So one innocent morning, over a cup of coffee, my phone buzzes. Candy.

Candy:"Oi, what are you doing today?"

Me:" errrm, assignment I guess."

Candy: "Damn, was gonna ask you if you wanted to be my driver for the day, my driver is sick. "

Distraction. Procrastination. In the name of experience?

Awesome. Hell Yes.

Picked Candy up from her house and we were ready to go.

1pm- Shopping

Candy's first gig wasn't till 3pm. So we had time to kill.....so what else is there to do other than Underwear shopping.

3pm- Strip gig at the Royal

I work at the same bar. Nothing interesting here. Regulars. She does her thing.

4.30pm- Strip gig at the Spotty in Spotswood.

So we make our way from the Royal to the Spotty. As we walked in, we meet the other strippers that were there killing time till their show. One of them was Sydney, the most flexible woman I have ever met. We grab a shot of anabolic steriods and a vodka and started chatting. Candy was off mingling with the crowds, making her money. Sydney and I decide to grab a meal and started chatting about " breaking bad". Now most of these strippers either study or have another Job. In this case, Sydney was a massage therapist. Awesome. I grab a name card, head out after the meal to grab a seat in front of the stage to see Candy do her show.

5.30pm

Next gig wasn't for a few hours so we decide to hit up the shopping centre. We walked around the shops, talked, gossiped and I got to know a little more about Candy. But as I said, thats for another blog. By 7pm, we were out of things to do. So we decided to go treat ourselves and get our hair done.

9.30pm- Bikey bar gig.

We turn up at a members only bike bar. Now, I have never been to a bikey bar before. Errm, probably because I wasn't a bikey???

I was given the low down by Candy before I went in. No swearing, No staring, and do not blog about anything that happens in the V.I.P room.

so sorry.

But let me just say this about the room......Wow. :)

By the time, this gig was over, I was so tired it was not funny. Just as I thought our night was over, Candy's work phone starts buzzing, she had been called in to do another show tonight.

The place was an hour away, it was tough enough for me to keep my eyes opened, I did not know how Candy was even gonna consider doing this gig. But to my amazement, she said yes.

As we made our way over the other side of the universe, I asked Candy whether it was possible for her to ever turn down a job. She replies "are u kidding?" And with that response, for the first time that night, I felt sorry for every stripper in the world.

We finally get to this house. Walked in the door. There sat 3 boys. I couldn't even say they were men, by god I could barely see the chest hair poking through their chest. 3 men, drinking beer, decide hey it would be fun to call a stripper in and pay her 160 dollars to play wth us for 20 mins.

It. Was. Awkard.

Epecially after the shaving cream.....needless to say, I was glad to be outta there and in my car. Back to Candys.

We get back to Candys where I quickly got into my pjs and made myself comfortable in bed. As she walks into the room, I look up at this girl, without the make up, without the costumes, without the extravagant hair.

And I saw myself.

.........

Except she was white.

Till next time,

Stay alive and kicking people.

xx