Jul. 18th, 2004

hollybrooke: (Default)
Well...I think me not being able to get my fat self into my corset last night is an indicator that I have a problem. A weight problem. ("Hi, my name is Holly, and I am addicted to snacky-snacks.") So time to get myself into shape. No fuckin' around this time. Also add to the fact that I have about three quickly-tickin'-down minutes to change from skimpy little slip and bra into the floorshow gear.

I was so pissed last night. I couldn't get in my dayum corset. Fishnets just were not working for me. Got a huge rip in my cheap-ass pantyhose. I was a trainwreck. *sobs just thinking about it*

Lessee...the countdown starts now. Four days and fourteen hours till we leave for NEW YORK!

Yeah, I need to find a new job. How the hell can Sheri "keep an eye on me and my progress" when I never get to work with her more than one hour a week? Once again, I feel I'm getting screwed over. First thing when I get back from con: JOB HUNTING. Need a job where I'm not working the closing shift all the time.

Maybe I should start referring to myself in the "we" term. It'd be funny.

I <3 Steve Burns. Songs For Dustmites is so underrated.

Profile

hollybrooke: (Default)
hollybrooke

April 2012

S M T W T F S
123 4567
891011 121314
151617 18192021
22232425262728
2930     

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 10th, 2025 07:17 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios