You Got That Moneymaker

well, not you, but i do.
i was reading craiglist rants & raves…and one of the threads was about how basically anyone woman can sell her body and get paid for it, simply because we’re women. and then i started thinking to myself (for probably the fiftieth time) why the hell not? it’s kind of nerve wrecking though to just even think about accepting money for sex, but hey, if im lying down there with my legs open for a complete stranger, why not lie there with my legs open for a complete strange AND get paid for it?

yea, i talked about this yesterday, but i’m really, really contemplating in doing this.
i’m sick of seeing girls with their sugardaddies….(everytime i see a old man with a young girl, i know what the deal is, and when i see a asian with a ugly old guy, i think she’s a mail ordered bride) but yea….i want to go shopping, and part time jobs can’t afford my shopping habits. and anyways, i don’t work. why i don’t work? because school, stress, and just all the other crazy shit. before you even think about it, was i abused as a child?

no. i wasn’t.

but i was neglected of the night life….sheltered from everything.
tsk, tsk mommy, that was a bad idea to not let your daughter out…now i’m on my own, and basically out of control. but whatever…i love it.
i like living on the edge.
i like living with risks.
i like knowing that something awful could happen to me at any moment.
it’s a thrill…a serious thrill for me.

 now back to making money-

how would one get started?
so i was thinking maybe i do like i always do, ya know, make a posting on craigslit but this time say i’m looking for compensation, and not to get off (even though when you’re having sex with someone you don’t know…nine times out of ten, they get off, and you were nothing but a cum-dumpster) but anyways….yea…i was thinking why not?

i think i’m hot enough, i mean, i’m not victoria’s secret model, but i am also not a 5 either…so why not? and i don’t even think it really matters what a female looks like if she wants to become a prostituite anyways…all that matters is her box. and boy, do i have a box to share.

off topic here (i have mild short-attention span)- i wonder what i would think of myself in ten years if i were to do something like this, not even that, i just wonder what i would think of myself in ten years from the stuff i AM doing…
what if i find someone, you know, to care about, and love, what am i going to tell them, that i have probably slept with more people in a week than you’ve slept with in this and your last life-time? i don’t know.
even though i really, really don’t do relationships, i don’t know man.
sex is fun and all, but i do like having someone to bitch about too when having a bad day.
and having someone to stalk wouldn’t be too bad either….or someone could stalk me, doesn’t matter, works both ways.