I ate half of my Kit-Kat

months ago:



We ate we read we talked we went to a strip club.I worked the pole for 3 minutes before they told me clients were coming and I had to go hide in a corner and act like I wasn't there because I'm a girl in a male gay bar and I failed to look like a drag queen in spite of my pink wig.
I got out of there with lipstick smudged around my lips since there was a cute straight guy in there that called me Princess.

The day after:Luis working.
Me,alone.Eating Dollarama soup dancing half-naked with my stripper shoes,doing the laundry and enjoying it,singing RELAX..Take it ee--eee--eeasyyyy
and
If it makes you feel good then I say do it,I don't know what you're waiiiting fooor
and
papa-papa-razziii


Laying on the couch.Damn,there's still dirty laundry here.Do the laundry.
Lay on the couch.
Wait.
He's kinda late I'm kinda bored.
Let's make some cookies.
Cookies done.
Lay on the couch.Wait.
Dress up(/down)and take photos.Amazing.No day is lost when I take beautiful photos.

Luis arrives.Simona I'm sorryyyy OH you cleaned everything and you look so fucking hot and you made COOKIES that's so sweet thank you so much you make me so HAPPY!

He ate cookies we sat down we talked and we had sweet dreams starting 4 AM.