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This cheers me up on shitty mornings :)

Booking via SMS

I understand that making a booking may have to be a sneaky process and texting is the only way you can arrange to nick out after your boring meeting for a bit of hanky panky. I won’t list some of the messages I get, suffice to say some are rude or a total waste of time. 20 messages back and forth does not make me wet and wanting.

Please make your first message as informative as possible, then we may be on our way to the bed faster than you imagined possible. Try something like this to get a favourable response from me:
Hi Georgia this is ______. We have/haven’t met before. Wondering if you were available at ____am/pm for ___hrs incall/outcall to _______. I am after __________ as part of our time together.

“U Horny?” doesn’t cut it but it will cut our communication…to over and out

Laborious Day

This Labor Day long weekend wasn’t relaxing like a long weekend should be. I didn’t take time off because I needed it, gawd knows sexual activity would have been far more pleasant, there were just things that needed doing.

The end of last week was filled with abuse from my ex, so I was a little quiet on the work front. My visitors didn’t need the slurry left from that crap. Saturday was filled with apartment hunting. Sunday was shopping, family and my mobile dying. Monday was my belated birthday get together with my parents.

My parents are the most caring people in the world. Far too caring for naughty me, not that I don’t deserve them, but the never ending barrage of questions produces more and more fibs. The icing on my birthday cake was the bombshell left field million dollar question from my father. He looked me straight in the eye and asked “Can we please hire your escort service?” Under the table there was a collective pool of blood drained from my face and those of my offspring (They know what I do, their father had announced it at the top of his lungs as he left). Colour slowly started to return when I realised my parents are off on another cruise and need a lift to the ship. Sadly, the end of the day can never come fast enough with family visits.

Having a career in the sex industry can be so hard and, I think it fair to say, the majority of working ladies sacrifice “normal” relationships by doing what we do. I know why I do it and so do my close network of friends and my children. They accept me for who I am and know that I am a much stronger, likable, sexy, confident, stable, self sufficient person. Parents, banks and real estate agents are not so forgiving, although what I do is perfectly legal in NSW. I am an adoring parent with the most loving and incredibly humourous kids. I pay my taxes, I pay my rent on time and go about my business very quietly (OK, no pointing out how loud I can be during the throes of passion, hehe)

I like this :)

Black latex tape works well too and doesn’t hurt coming off hehe. Blimey, I have been hanging around that little redhead a little too long

Dum de dum

I’m sitting in my nice little apartment with the sound of roadworks outside my window. This city bike track thing has kept them busy ripping up and replacing road on my intersection forever. Of course it will be finished just as I move.

I should be doing naughty things with boys but it seems the lunar hard-on has shifted to evenings and weekends. There has been a trend of after midnight and Sunday arvo calls. Although I’m a True Blood addict, I haven’t been turned yet, ie I’m not a bloody vampire. Stop calling after midnight! My phone is left on for ladies in distress.

Its cold in the city in the morning so I’ve started using the treadmill in the gym downstairs for walkies. After a few kms I retreat from the sinus killing smelly stuff they use in there for disinfecting or plug-in migraine makers (whichever it is) for a bowl of porridge, emails, blogs, twitter, punting forums and endless offers of NSA sex with total strangers off a dating site. Why am I on there? Looking for love in all the wrong places? I have a perve around, pass some time (procrastinate), occasionally flash my boobs for shits and giggles.

I’m always thinking I should be blogging more but I’m not a great creative writer. I refuse to bitch and moan about individuals. My sole and soul reason for living is my family of 3 offspring and, although I’ve mentioned them a bit, it’s not really suitable to discuss them in any detail with you here. Aside from a lengthy daily trip to hang with them for a few hours, I spend the rest of my time bumming around, surfing the net or Pleasure Providing

Today on Twitter, I followed some other people’s links and ended up spending far too much time on jackassletters.com having a giggle. I also tried to find the scientific solution as to why I I’m able to see girl going in both directions in the spinning dancer illusion. Found my favourite answer here. “This image, originally created by Nobuyuki Kayahara, is a great scientific personality test. If you see the dancer spinning clockwise, you’ve got excess spleen qi in your left frontal crockus. This means that you’re a vibrant personality whose passions are apparent to everyone around you, but sometimes you are indecisive. If you see her spinning counter-clockwise, the right ascension of your natal chart lies in your sagittal broab and there are Fire humours dribbling out your left nostril. You should see a doctor as soon as possible.”

The jackhammers have stopped now. It’s quiet here. That’s your cue. Look at the links later. Look at this one now – Shameless Plug

Quickie

My website is down I don’t understand IT speak. The work ticket report says we have been able to duplicate the problem. WTF?? Duplicate the fix it please. Keep you updated.