FREE AT LAST!!!!!

So I randomly moved into my own apartment. I'll save you the sob story, I grabbed all of my things and put them one by one, into my 1990 Honda accord and took off ... I was alone, but I remembered the bus ride, when I first got to Vegas. I was alone. It felt familiar, I felt strong, I felt like I'd be OK.

But I wasn't I was raped!!!! I was assaulted. He took my soul. I will never feel human ..... again.

Relax ..... I'm joking ... what's a story with out a little surprise every now and then?

Anyway, seriously, I read a profile on craigslist something about your own room, cheap, cheap, and cheap. So I was like hey .... it's cheap!! I met Roommate #1. I took him out to dinner and that was all that was needed for day 1. Day 2, Beer in the fridge. I was like ....okay.

I was laying on the inflatable bed that I couldn't figure out how to inflate, in a strangers house none the less. So I was laying on a mat, thumbing through craigslist on my cell. I was quite dirty and smelly. I found another ad. It was a women, who had a studio for $590. I arranged to see her that night, even though, I was already staying with potential roommate #1. When I walked in it was perfect. "I'll take it!" I said. All of my things were already in my car so. I called roommate #1 and said "No thanks."

I was finally going to get some peaceful sleep. Before bed, I went to the bathroom opened the door, and SURPRISE!!!! Spiders!!! Nooooo!! I flipped! I absolutely hate BUGS!!! I figured, hey be tough American girl ...... you can do it!! They'll be gone in the morning. Right??

In the morning I walked into the bathroom. Yep, the spiders were gone!! However, in it's place was a whole new specimen!! I ran for the land lord and explained my dilemma. Her response was as follows. "Do you believe in reincarnation?? If you were a spider would you want to be squashed? No, so you should learn to live with them, and just start learning biology ..... WTF?? Right?

So now, I have my own apartment. This is the first time, in my life, I have ever owned .... well, anything besides a shitty car. It's five minutes from the strip. It's soooo quiet. I love this though. I just want to run around naked and like scream, and violate my own rules.

I payed rent for the first time in my life as well. Quite depressing if you ask me. Here you go ... here's 700 bucks yeah no, go ahead, take it.... Even though I'm out a grand to survive every month, I think I'll be OK. I'm already payed up for July. So I won't have to pay again until August 1st. If I can't make seven hundo by then, it would just be, well sad.

My dad is unemployed. My mom is living pay check to pay check. My brother is .... my brother. I want to buy them all plane tickets or in other words fly them to my couch or air mattress. If they can't afford it, I will get them here.

I don't plan on stayng here forever, but I know I will be here for at least 7 more months. I want to go to other cities too like L.A. and New York.

I have transferred out to the pool. So I am now full time at the Wynn/Encore in Las Vegas NV. My pay checks are usually around 5-6 hundred every two weeks, plus tips with which I'm not comfortable talking about just yet. It's a whole shit load it will make you pee in your pants!!! ..... jk lol. I do OK. I will have consistent work until the summer is over.

On the pool, I work with beautiful women. All shapes and sizes ..... wait, I'm lying, none of them are fat ..... now that I think about it ....=/ Any who, We wear custom made red bathing suits, red sarongs, and white tennis shoes. The white shoes will be changed to tan crocks eventually.

I was uncomfortable going out to the pool. The money was good inside and eight hour in the Las Vegas sun is NO joke. Missouri where I'm originally from is very conservative. The top less pool frightened me. You know what though, there is not a day that goes by that I don't see a boob or a nipple, different shapes, sizes and colors. I'm over it, and frankly wondered what the big deal was to begin with. I guess I made it a big deal in mind. Now though, I can look a women square in the eye with out feeling awkward and wink and smile and say "yeah I'll get you Raspberry Daiquiri ... but you better tip me bitch because I'm not here solely to make your vacation the talk of the town back in nowhere ville." Well, everything except the last part. Most people tip.

I'm looking for a second job. It's go time. In other news, the WSOP is coming!! I can't wait!!!! Yay!!!!!