I Wish This Were My Job!
I wish working on Trailer Trash Teen was my job. I've been working on it all day, and it's so much fun! If only I got paid for it... sigh. Maybe I should be a writer.
I did notice a few mistakes today, though. When the entire story is complete, I'm going to have to go back and make a few changes. Nothing big, just some small details-- until then, I'm not going to worry about it! So what if I accentially said in Chapter Seven that Carol had taught Tina how to use "feminine products" when she was 11? So what if, given chapter ten, that's impossible? It doesn't bother me.
Okay, it bother me enough to make a few changes already to chapter ten... oh, well! :P
So, there's been some more fall-out from my activities on Sunday with those four guys. The biggest is that Leo apparently thinks that he and I are some kind of item now. How he got this, I don't know-- yes, I fucked him, but I also fucked three other guys in his presence right after!
The other "big" thing is that Star and I are going out tonight to shop. I have absolutely no money (zero, none, zilch), but she's going to buy me some new shoes. Why? Because I am going to try that amateur night. She's so geeked about it, you have no idea! We talked on the phone late last night for over an hour about it. I had no idea she'd be so happy to hear me say I had decided to give it a shot...
Apparently I need new shoes first, though. I feel a little guilty letting her buy me stuff, but she really wants to. Who am I to deny her? :P
God, I really hope she never finds out about Frank and I on Sunday. I don't know her well enough to know how she'll react. Thankfully everybody who knows (in real life) has something to lose if it became general knowledge-- it turns out that Mack has a girlfriend, too. Leo was the only single guy there... anyway.
Oh, I took a new purity test online! I hadn't taken one in a while, and since I broke some levels of depravity for even me on Sunday, I figured I'd take one again.... here's my score:
Lol... average is 72.7%?!? So I'm not very pure... at least I scored the way I did in the "fucking sick" category. If you take the test, you'll see why I'm proud of that. Some of the questions in that section were pretty gross!
-shannon-
I did notice a few mistakes today, though. When the entire story is complete, I'm going to have to go back and make a few changes. Nothing big, just some small details-- until then, I'm not going to worry about it! So what if I accentially said in Chapter Seven that Carol had taught Tina how to use "feminine products" when she was 11? So what if, given chapter ten, that's impossible? It doesn't bother me.
Okay, it bother me enough to make a few changes already to chapter ten... oh, well! :P
So, there's been some more fall-out from my activities on Sunday with those four guys. The biggest is that Leo apparently thinks that he and I are some kind of item now. How he got this, I don't know-- yes, I fucked him, but I also fucked three other guys in his presence right after!
The other "big" thing is that Star and I are going out tonight to shop. I have absolutely no money (zero, none, zilch), but she's going to buy me some new shoes. Why? Because I am going to try that amateur night. She's so geeked about it, you have no idea! We talked on the phone late last night for over an hour about it. I had no idea she'd be so happy to hear me say I had decided to give it a shot...
Apparently I need new shoes first, though. I feel a little guilty letting her buy me stuff, but she really wants to. Who am I to deny her? :P
God, I really hope she never finds out about Frank and I on Sunday. I don't know her well enough to know how she'll react. Thankfully everybody who knows (in real life) has something to lose if it became general knowledge-- it turns out that Mack has a girlfriend, too. Leo was the only single guy there... anyway.
Oh, I took a new purity test online! I hadn't taken one in a while, and since I broke some levels of depravity for even me on Sunday, I figured I'd take one again.... here's my score:
| Your Ultimate Purity Score Is... | ||
| Category | Your Score | Average |
| Self-Lovin' | 25%
When I think about you - or anyone - I touch myself | 65.1% |
| Shamelessness | 23.8%
For Christ's sake, put your clothes on! | 79.3% |
| Sex Drive | 15.8%
Humps fire hydrants when nobody's looking | 77.7% |
| Straightness | 0%
Knows the other body type like a map | 44.8% |
| Gayness | 17.9%
Makes Dr. Frank-n-Furter look tame | 83.7% |
| Fucking Sick | 61.1%
Dipped into depravity | 90% |
| You are 28.64% pure
Average Score: 72.7% | ||
Lol... average is 72.7%?!? So I'm not very pure... at least I scored the way I did in the "fucking sick" category. If you take the test, you'll see why I'm proud of that. Some of the questions in that section were pretty gross!
-shannon-
Labels: stuff about me
posted by Shannon at 2:20 PM
3 Comments:
Nice test, I barely beat you with a 23.27, but I've had a lot more time to perfect my perversity!
Your Ultimate Purity Score Is...
Category Your Score Average
Self-Lovin' 3.3%
I wouldn't shake hands, if I were you
Shamelessness 23.8%
For Christ's sake, put your clothes on!
Sex Drive 0%
Humps fire hydrants when nobody's looking
Straightness 0%
Knows the other body type like a map
Gayness 7.1%
Makes Dr. Frank-n-Furter look tame
Fucking Sick 65.5%
Dipped into depravity 90%
You are 23.27% pure
Average Score: 72.7%
Hedonism
OK, I'll say it:
Working as a stripper will eat away your soul.
I've hung out in and worked in strip clubs. I've dated strippers. I've spent way too fucking much money, one dollar at a time. To the extent that it's possible to have "strip club experience", I've got it.
Working in a strip club will make you comfortable having a one dimensional relationship with men.
It will make you comfortable with lying to the people you supposedly care about.
It will eat away at your self-esteem.
It will encourage you to use and abuse drugs or alcohol.
It will confirm you as a smoker.
It will tend to cause you to lose muscle tone, becoming flabby and unhealthy.
It will make you destroy your hair and skin by overusing cosmetics.
Putting a woman in a strip club is like putting a tooth in a glass of cola. After a little while, what's left is a warped, etched-away shell, oddly shaped like a 60's-era piece of "modern art".
Working as a stripper will eat away your soul.
Dem Contrarian Gnomes
PS: I still want to know whatever you can tell me about the "exhibitionist in me"/instoresurprised.jpg photo.
Well, if you didn't have them before, welcome to "Clear Heel-land".
ViCorp
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