I’ve been so busy that I forgot to document the awful dream I had last night.
So I, out of nowhere, reluctantly told a particularly awful customer of mine that I would blow him for $300.
“$250, and you swallow.”
“$275, and I don’t.”
Fuck, this is exactly what happens with the smalles iota of stress in my life. Work is killig me. Friends are bitches. Now I’m having stupid nightmares about awful men and I can’t even get full price for my sexual offer in my own dreams.
FAIL.
