let’s kill the world

Last night I found myself sitting in a strip club with my boyfriend and his battle buddy.  Surprisingly, all of the dancers had normal looking bodies with normal size boobs and some even had the dreaded belly buldge that us females try to fight all our live long day.  Not one personified the pornstar-bimbo stereotype that one might think of: blond hair, enormous fake breasts, without much intellectual bearing (think Hugh Hefner’s girlfriends on television). You can say that strippers capitalize on their bodies and give women a bad name.  Yeah, okay, I say that, too, for the most part.  However, I actually sat down and talked with one for a few brief moments and found that she, and most of the other dancers there, were just like me (except I don’t take my clothes off and shake my ass for a living).  Some go to school, some are married or in a relationship, some have kids and they are simply just trying to make a living.  Although I do enjoy my pornography from time to time, I can’t say that I’ve been gung-ho about entering a porn shop or going to a strip joint… but I will endure it.  Hell, I might venture to say that I even enjoyed myself last night.  …Yeah, I think I did.

Besides, after having my car broken into the other night, I deserved a drink or two.

Oh yeah, someone B & E-ed my car.  Not bacon and eggs.  They broke it and entered it and swiped my cd player, some of my cds, my cd player adapter, my phone charger, and Dan’s clothes.  Yeah, okay, so someone explain this to me: of 5 cd cases that were tucked away secretly in my car (under the seat and console, that is)… why do they take the smallest cd case in the damn car holding the least amount of cds?  (Those cds happened to belong to me, unfortunately, although I do have to commend them on their excellent musical taste).  And of all things, they took my phone charger?  Come on.   I mean, I know there isn’t a such thing as a smart criminal… but seriously, how about a criminal with some common sense?  Granted, I am very thankful the dude only got away with a minimal amount of stuff, but lord, he could have made out with so much more had he a brain.   As to be expected, I was not a happy camper after discovering that.  But to be honest, I was more annoyed with the fact that the whole ordeal was a giant pain in the ass inconvenience than angry over my stuff having been stolen.  It’ll cost more to replace the broken window than it will be to replace the contents.

Anyway, that’s my story.