My Life Updated, Part 1

Rather than try and write one big, huuuuge blog entry to update everyone here about what's been going on with me, I've decided to break the updates up into little chunks. This is cool for both of us because I get to not stress out, and you get to actually read something new on the site!!! Yay!!! :)

So, what's new? Okay. For the last six weeks or so I've been working at a new job. You might be asking, "So?!" Well, it's probably the biggest change in my life right now, so it is a big deal! Maybe at some other point I'll tell you the whole big sordid affair that led to me realize stripping was bad for me. But not right now. Suffice to say that I sort of woke up one day and thought, "Jesus, I so do NOT want to be doing this five years from now!".

It was hard, though, to stop stripping. Do you have any idea how addicting it can become to know, to just now, that you can spend a few hours behaving like a total slut and then walk away with a purse full of cash? I mean, it gets to the point that it's not even the money anymore, it's the idea that that money is out there. Of course, I'm acting nostolgic about it. Truth is that if was that great I'd still be doing it.

Sometimes I think about all those women in porno movies, you know which ones, the supposedly "first timers"? We've all been to the sites that say their girls are "doing it on camera for the first time!", right? Well, maybe those sites are real. Maybe a lot of girls out there do go and do that stuff, then quit, never to be seen again, because they realize their actions are totally fucking with thier life. You know? I don't know. I'm rambling.

I guess my point is, I'm making less money now but it's honest money, it's... guilt-free money. And I'll take that, you know? It feels good to have a weekly paycheck instead of a nightly envelope full of cash... it makes me feel normal.

So okay, that's the biggest change since my last entry in this blog: I have a new job! And it's good and it's fun and it's decent. My friend John hooked me up with it... if it wasn't for him I'd most likely still be stripping.

There's a lot more to say, obviously. I want to talk about the site, and I want to talk about my abortion (I'm not afraid to anymore!), and I want to talk about--- God, everything. There's SO much. So much.

But that's why I decided to break this "My Life Update" into a few parts. So I can take my time!

Two things before I go, though... please pay attention, too!

1.) My computer totally got virus-infected-nasty-ewwwww. It was so bad that my friend, who happens to be an IT guy, couldn't even fix it. Him and his buddy spent a few hours wiping my harddrive and reinstalling everything from scratch. What does this mean? Well... all my porn is gone. Sucks bad.

I guess I'm wondering now if anyone out there can suggest a good way to get free porn? Like, movies? I mean, do you have any idea how much money I spent being subscribed to deluxepass.com, only to see all of the stuff I downloaded from there disappear?!? Sigh.

I also used to use Kazza-lite for porn but it doesn't work well anymore for some reason, and that WinMX program sucks now, too. Sigh. So... are there any good FTP sites? IRC chatrooms? I need to rebuild my collection people, pay attention!!!

Wow... that sort of got out of hand. Sorry for that! Just e-mail me or post a comment here if you have any suggestions or offers... I'm all ears! :)

2.) For the last three weeks I've been writing a new story. It's not as polished as Trailer Trash Teen but it's already longer than it, and it's actually finished. It's tenatively titled, "A Slut Teen Saga" or "A Teen Slut's Saga" (haven't decided!). It's about a 13/14-year-old girl named Amy whose dad has sex with her one night while she's passed out, and everything that happens to her after. The interesting thing about this story is that I wrote it from both her (the daughter, Amy) perspective in the even-numbered chapters, and his (the father, George) perpective in the odd-numbered ones. I'd never written anything from a guy's point of view before... it was actually a lot of fun to do it. I am afriad that I made him (George) seem really two dimensional, though. Shrugs.

The entire story is almost 72,000 words long. And like I said, it isn't nearly as polished as TTT was. And for him, George, the story is a lot weirder than it is for her, Amy. So I don't know if I will publish it-- post it to this site, that is, or anywhere else. Maybe I'll do something where I'll share it with people who ask for it (hint-hint), or maybe I'll just let it sit on my clean, unperverted hard-drive for a while!

Did I mention that I lost ALL the porn I had saved on my computer a while back!?! God I'm so pissed.

Okay, that's it for now. I have nothing else to say... and so much more to say it's crazy! Stay tuned for "My Life Updated, Part 2". And remember that your comments-- especially the ones from you guilt-ridden Christians out there who love to strike down upon me your great vengeance and furious anger whilst simultaneously jerking off at the content on my site-- the comments of all of you are appreciated!

Keep cumming back, you krazy kristian killahs, you! :)

~~~love~~~
~~shannon~

p.s. I am never going to post a picture of myself on this site. Not ever. Not ever, ever. But however, if any of you ever wins the lottery or inherits a fortune or in some other way ends up independently wealthy, I've decided that I will pose for you. The cost I've decided on for ten pictures is $1000, though... and there would be three demands written into the contract before any monies were exchanged:

1.) You would swear that the photos would be for you and you alone, and that if they did somehow end up in the public domain, you would compensate me with $4000 in addition to my up-front cost.

2.) You would promise to write a detailed review of me for the website, which I could publish, royalty free. Unless you thought I was ugly and you decided to flame me for a few thousand words, in which case I would not be obligated to post said review. Moving on, though...

3.) I would promise that I am a cute, 23-year-old girl, that my body is tight and my tits are proud and that I demand they, and me, be treated with the respect they deserve!!!!

...grr...

So.... sorry about that. Anyone have a grand for some pictures? I have a digital camera right here, and I'm waiting*...!




*I guess I'm joking, because I know there's no way, but I know deep down there's a part of me that hopes some guy will just, like, JUMP OUT and swoop me away, and like, he'd say, "Darling," he'd say, "Darling, I don't need no pictures, I got you." And I'd be so.... GOSH. I'd tremble and say that wasn't the deal, that I needed the money at least, and he'd just cup my chin in his hand and say I didn't need all that. And then he'd just smile and kiss me a little bit, just a tiny bit, on my lips, and I'd grip his shoulders and he'd take me away, away from this god-awful place once and for all...

I have to go.