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I feel like I have spent the whole day with my legs up in the air akimbo.
First of all I had a team of medics with their heads half way up my crutch, nice way to spend a morning, not!!
I was feeling worse than manky when I dragged myself up. Not the day to be feeling crap, today I was meant to rise feeling like a sex siren. After a couple of hours the sex siren came out to pay me a visit. Today was photoshoot day. We got through loads of the sets I wanted to do and I think at one point I was even smouldering. Lots of holds ups, cleavage, sexy pouts and limb pain. The sexier the position the more painful it was. Cat back, spread your legs, point your feet, shoulders back, chest up and smile. Dont forget the numbness going down your legs and the shaking that develops in your back.
But a great time was had, so much so that I decided to ask out my recent eye candy!! Well, there is only so long that a girl can put up with being mucked around. I am looking forward to the new shots. He was one lucky photographer spent his day either re-arranging my thong or poking my nipples back in my undies. Head either inches away from my crutch or my cleavage!!
After the shoot I went to seek out my eye candy. Armed with a pair of tiny white hotpants and a little vest I knew he would not refuse.
The third lot of heads near my crutch today took place in the studio, a group of guys decided to come in and watch me do my core stability work, upside down boobs trying not to fall out of my top and perfect view up my shorts as I was rolling the ball into my chest. Sounds easier than it is, it is bloody hard work. They seemed to position themselves so that they had perfect view either down my top or up my shorts. It was blatantly clear, whenever I moved they did. They soon scarpered when I started kickboxing.
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Added on: 04/15/06 15:12
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Have been searching the net for the past few days anxiously awaiting on a review, always a nervous time if you know one is coming. A few days ago, mid appointment, a client told me that he was the partner of an escort. I wished I knew beforehand. I have been in the other position before where an ex has visited escorts behind my back, not a nice feeling when you don't know about it. If he was honest it would not of been as bad, can't stand lies.
I have been anxiously looking thinking is he going to post something nice, detract attention away from his partner or something horrible, more attention will then go to his other half and discredit me. Maybe he is just trying to wind me up, it has been a few days now and still no sign of it.
Was meant to be going away this weekend but it has fallen through at the last minute. No personal trainer around, no dance instructor around, really am at a loose end. So I have decided to go house hunting. Have toyed with the idea of moving for some time, only trouble is I don't know where I want to move to. Don't you just love moving, I know I have the joy of property chains ahead and lying solicitors. Broken chains, delays and lying agents. It is gonna be so much fun!! Detached, semi detached, driveway, parking bays, off street parking, millions of decisions to make.
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Added on: 04/14/06 07:11
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I knew that my blog would get misinterpreted. I just knew it would. I had a million thoughts whizzing round and could not slow them down long enough to articulate them well enough. What did surprise me though was when I posted it on some forums, the response on each forum was completely different.
On one forum I was told if I care about my clients enough to get upset then I am in the wrong industry??? Scratched my head a few days over that. Then got a call from a client obviously very upset, he had witnessed one of his employees get killed in a horrific manner. What did I do? Listen, advise, and offer him to come round for a cup of tea to talk if he wanted. Sorry, can't stop caring about how other people feel. I don't think it makes me in the wrong industry, it makes me HUMAN!! I insisted that the rest of his employees and himself go and see a counsellor. I also said I will be checking up in a few days to make sure he has done that. I don't think that makes me a bad person, but I am waiting for those two individuals to give me their 2 pennies worth on it.
Whilst on the subject of upsetting people, nuisance caller rang the other night, I was at the end of my booking with a client from here, yes it was him!!, and he rang, my client said I could answer my phone so I did. I think he must of had stage fright!! Anyway, he left it till I was tucked up in my car for hour and half drive home and decided to call again. I have now found the best way to pee him off. I put his calls on auto answer and loudspeaker and sang along to the radio the whole way home, I continually channel hopped but boy did he get mad. "Now come on be serious" was one of his favourite lines. I did not say a word to him the journey home. Think he liked my rendition of Enrique "Hero" the best he stayed on the phone for three minutes. The whole time I was singing he was muttering "be serious" "are you flee" (Crap accent) "I want to come on your big titties" I was trying my hardest not to laugh as I was singing, but I did get the desired affect. I wasted his phone bill, did not rise to his bait, and bugged the hell out of him. One nil to me!
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Added on: 04/13/06 09:27
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There are times when the past comes back to haunt you, sometimes good but generally bad, well, it is when you are in is industry. For once, and in this case it was good.
A guy rang the other day when I was whizzing home to get ready for work. I was driving, no hands free and lots to stupid drivers about; I was not ready for a full-length conversation. The caller was very hesitant and asked lots of questions about where I have worked before. It eventually transpired that he was a client that I last saw two years ago when I worked as Kirsty. Shock, horror, yes Kirsty of Hornchurch and Upminster. I thought after my glorious outing by a few sad individuals last year that all my old clients would have found me. Even a year on they are still coming out of the woodwork.
I write this with hesitance. I want to blog about it but might not articulate it as well as I would hope.
Prior to the booking my head was full of lots of questions. When I saw him his wife was pregnant. He was a male tart for want of a nicer word, she tamed him. Anyway, my ex used to quiz me about all my bookings and would want to know all the intimate details. This was one client he developed an extreme hate for. This guy would never dream of having an affair but liked his extra fun.
Thoughts that his wife must be pregnant ran through my head. Some guys like to talk about personal things and others dont. He does, we talk about his life, work, family and all the things you would talk to a friend about. We talk very openly and I have shared information with him that few other people know.
For once I was lost for words. After we discussed my vanishing into thin air, the subject changed to the other things that were going on at the time. It transpired that he had called and texted several times to see if I was okay but these messages were never received, everything was pulled in a night, site down, email account closed and sim card cut up. He said he almost knocked on my door to see if I was okay but then thought before of it.
Very rarely do I feel guilty about what I do, but this is one time I feel guilty about my job, but if it was not me that guys saw then it would be one of the other millions of working girls that would get visited instead. My exs problem with this client was because he was firstly, handsome and second that his wife was pregnant. It was something that I battled with my conscience on for a while.
What he shared with me makes me question whether there is an evil karma surrounding us, I am not into any of this mumbo jumbo stuff but if my ex knew what happened he would say it was karma.
There is a 1 in 30,000 chance of a child being born with a particular defective gene, both parents can have it and not be affected, it is when they pro-create that it can be become a problem. That is where the 1 in 30,000 comes from. From such good odds this child was picked to be affected. At such a long shot why this child? I dont believe in God, but this did make me ask the question, was this Gods way of punishing the father for infidelity? The best care medical care was provided during this pregnancy and still this illness was not diagnosed.
I have a million questions and thoughts flying through my head and I am trying to make sense of them all. But what I feel the most was that I was not there. He was concerned about me enough to want to check up on me but when he needed my support I was not there. I did not know what had happened. I knew from talking to a shop assistant that the baby had been born and the sex but that was all.
I know that some people will probably misinterpret this post but all I feel is guilt. Were our actions in some part to blame?
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Added on: 04/07/06 10:49
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The other night I had the booking of the year! There were many contenders during the past 12 months but this won by a long, long shot.
He called me early that morning and we got on well on the phone, surprisingly I was up to take his call. We chatted quite a bit during the day and text messages went back and forth, not normally something I would do.
Just as I was about to leave home he text to extend the appointment. Something I had said earlier that day made him want to extend. Hmm, dont know what.
In total honesty I was not feeling my normal glam self, whilst painting the other day I touched my face with white spirit on my hand, soon two spots appeared. So I left the house with no make up and feeling very hair conscious, I did not have the time to style it as I would of liked so piled it up.
I rang a few times when I was near and it went through to answerphone, I was just about to go home thinking it was another hoax when my phone rang. We laughed on the phone as I made my way into the car parking area.
I knocked on the room door and was instantly surprised by who was standing infront of me. Thoughts running through my head ranged from "what a lucky lady", "he's bloody hot", "I am too big for him!".
We instantly relaxed around each other and curled up on the sofa legs intertwined and lots of body contact. He was by far the most intelligently stimulating client/person I have met in a long time.
Dinner was fantastic, the conversations flowed and it was fantastic being just me and having intriguing conversation. I felt as though I should be paying him for the privilege. Not vice versa.
What got me the most was this body perfect person really digged my body shape, he told me not to lose a single pound, and he made me feel so comfortable and sexy in my raw nakedness. He was interested in what I said and maintained eye contact the whole time.
I had the most amazing night and when I woke up at home the next morning with a torn shoulder muscle I was not disappointed, the pain and injury is worth the experience I had, I experienced things I had never done before, and would probably never do again. And no, he did not hurt me, it was all my wriggling and contorting my body into unusual positions!!
What made this booking so great? He treated me with respect!! My opinions and views counted in a conversation. I was treated exactly how a woman should be treated. He stimulated me intellectually and physically. There were no uncomfortable moments.
He does not look online, found me on WAP, but I want to thank all those thoughtful men that treat us with respect, it does not hurt to offer us a drink or a meal on longer bookings, the last overnight I had offered nothing, no food, no soft drink only wine, good job I stock my car up! It is very rare that I get offered a drink on an outcall, I always carry a soft drink with me now! At no point did I feel like a meat market. Sometimes we dont want to hear just give it a quick suck when they have not had the decency to wash it, or shove their penis right in your face so it is touching your eyeball, I get the hint.
It is appointments like the one I have just had that makes me glad to be an escort, my job is wicked! I am still glowing days later.
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Added on: 04/05/06 09:47
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What a week it has been! Such a whirlwind, this time last week I was so low that I could not see me ever getting back on top again. So many concerned people rallied round and somehow I broke through it.
In one week I have been to the gym everyday for between 2-4 hrs each time, I have worked my butt off. I have taken up pole dancing and gone back to kickboxing (got to take it easy though). My whole body aches but feels great. Everyone in the gym has commented on the transformation, I work out with a real aggressive passion again.
I treated myself yesterday to a new look, had my hair chopped and coloured and emereged three hours later feeling like a queen.
I have lined up four dates, off to one in a sec if I can ever put some clothes on. Two of them are thong moistening hot!! Been chatting every night to one of them and it is so strange. Not really dated out of the industry so it is strange learning how to behave on first dates again and what each other likes. This one guy we stay up til 3-4 in the morning just chatting. Even showed him some escort sites last night, trying to ease the subject in carefully.
My instinct when meeting guys is to run my hand up their legs and shag them senseless, had to sit on my hands during the last date.
Have started putting the Vegas tour into action. And even joined a local social group. Similar ages in similar positions.
It is amazing how one kick in the teeth can make such a transformation. I think I have finally learnt to let go. I am hot, sexy and successful and if guys want to screw around on me it is their loss. Whilst chatting in the small hours of this morning to a moderator, we are raising my google profile, I discovered my latest review. Did not realise I had got one. It has bumped me up another notch in the UK top 20 most reviewed, am now 16, with loads of gym work I am determined to make the top ten. I don't know if other girls feel the same, but the nice ones, that aren't graphic makes me go all warm inside, and I thought he did not like me. Just goes to show you never know. In work I am brimming with confidence and take pride in my service, I am proud of reviews, not something my parents probably dreamed of for me but I am proud of myself adn the work I have achieved. I hope the new photoshoot stretches me that step further.
Anyway off to garden centre and car dealers followed by a drink. Dressed very casual, no make, jeans, top and flip flops. It was my choice of an afternoon date. I didn't want to be anywhere near a bedroom, I might not be able to resist. Now how long am I supposed to wait before I sample his package?
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Added on: 04/01/06 08:56
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I have to blog right now as I have just developed a new found respect for dancers.
I did a session of pole dancing tonight, sweat pouring off my body, hands have blisters, burns to skin from sliding down big metal poles!!
I normally like a different type of pole inbetween my legs but by god did this ache. These girls work their butts off, literally. Even my hands ache to type, but god you feel sexy doing it.
Cant wait for the next one. Tiny mini skirt in order for next time.
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Added on: 03/30/06 16:25
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You would think I have asked for the earth today. I registered for a run today, not sure if I am allowed to name them here. I wanted to help make a difference!It was a cancer run.
The only problem is when creating a sponsorship page they take your full name and print it on the page. Slight problem there....................can just imagine the fun some wackos out there would have!
Spent 30 minutes on the phone to them to get them to remove my surname and guess what, my money is not good enough, it seems they are not happy with an escort linking to their site. Now with the promise of raising money for a good cause I thought my profession did not really matter but obviously it does. They do not like any of our types of sites linking through to them. Does not matter that there is alot of money in this industry and that we regularly link back to other websites, one further down the page linked to a body checking site.
I thought it was all about creating awareness and raising money but our money and awareness does not seem to be good enough for them. Now I thought the point behind these campaigns was to raise money but all it has done for me is show prejudices.
Back to the drawing board for another run.
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Added on: 03/30/06 09:42
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I love my inbox, it does makes laugh.
"hi u look so young and cute can you fit me in monday
theres one problem most girls ive been to dont want to fuck when they see my willy its 10.5 long and 7.5 around and i shoot about a quarter of a cup of cum and al ways fills the condom till it comes out of the sides some
girls have said it was amazing just watch the cum shooting out others hate it but i like shooting it on the face mouth eyes and bum i would pay extra for
this also i like hair in bunches and school uniform can you fit me in"
Hmmmmmm, and my reply is .......
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Added on: 03/30/06 05:45
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Whilst on my Why's.
WHY do capers taste like sperm?
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Added on: 03/28/06 16:42
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I have spent most of the day thinking "why".
Why is there alcoholic wine? - I have a bottle chilling in the fridge. How bad is it going to taste? Let me tell you, it is missing something, ALCOHOL!!!
Why did a freak make reference to my name 16 times in one paragraph of an email? Do you think he was trying to prove he remembered my name? His messages have started to scare me now, four emails in less than an hour all rambling.
Why do you make appointments but when you turn up they are always running late? Sat and waited an hour to have some middle aged woman with cold hands to shove an injection in my butt cheek. Novelty wore off after the hour so declined her kind offer for It will only feel like a little scratch, LIAR!!
Why is when faced with the truth a man will still lie? Not all men, just a few exs.
Why did he go for an ugly, middle aged, frumpy, hag? Desperation maybe.
Why when a guy says he wants to see you as a friend does he turn round and ask for a blow job? And when you are putting make up on and in a rush?
Why did it hurt earlier? He was not that big!
Why is it the more you have sex, the more you want it?
Why does it really matter to my family what my website is and the name I work under?
Why is it when a job comes in about half a dozen people all ring for the same time?
Why is it my toys have stopped working their magic?
Why is it that underwear ranges past a D cup begin to resemble a tent in most shops?
Why is it when I was blonde everyone wanted me to be brunette and when I was brunette everyone wanted me to be blonde again?
Why is it most call centres are based in a country that dont bloody speak English well? Why is it that when they can tell I am female they still call me Mr?
Why is it healthy food costs more and tastes less?
Why is it when you are in a hurry you get stuck behind someone doing 20 mph?
Why do the Mitchell brothers now seem sad in Eastenders?
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Added on: 03/28/06 15:06
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Have had a bad few days in my personal life, well months really, but the last few days have been the worse, and when I thought there was no light an angel in the form of an escort came out of nowhere and put me back on track.
I was told it would be normal after surgery to feel low, but there is low and there is the holiday pass to gloomsville I was given. The surgery was obviously not a success, 73 no shows and the proof I have needed for the past three months to move on, it has all kind of taken its toll on me.
Finally, after three days of tlc, this afternoon things finally turned around.
I joined a few sites the other week and have two dates lined up for this week. I get oodles of messages a day. I thought what the hell, if he can go shag something as rancid as what he did and cheat on, well, a HOT girlfriend then it is his loss, then I can go and get some hot totty. By god is one of them hot, good job I was not wearing underwear when he messaged me. My toes still curl and something inside contracts just thinking about him. Don't think I have looked at a guy like that before. Will have to restrain myself on the night. Think I should padlock some knickers on!!
Had dinner cooked for me tonight, was not gourmet but felt great feeling like a human being again. No alcohol involved thank god, but it was so good to sit down have adult conversation and spend the night laughing, might have something to do with the taste of capers, it reminded me why I am not in my mouth kind of gal!!!
I think I have finally restored my faith in myself. If a hot guy can ask me for dinner when I am looking my worst in the gym I cant be all bad, can I?
I am even more determined now to look hot for my next photo shoot, am even going to do naked shots I think, tasteful of course, but at long last I can look at my body and see what my fans see. Might hang fire until my all over tan is topped up.
Must stop waffling, got six men all messenging me at the mo, have to go flirt.
xx
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Added on: 03/27/06 15:44
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I remember it so clearly. A group of us had gone to the pub to see a friend off to Oz. One of the girls had the hump because D was going off travelling. M did not like anyone who had a boyfriend. She was not blessed in the looks department so had little in the way of a lovelife.
Anyway I gathered everyone at the pub that night to try and get them all to bury the hatchet.
They were all more than willing to accept my money all night, champagne flowed the whole night at my expense. It was a farewell party and a friend was in the finals of a singing competition. Everyone seemed happy that night. I played taxi service to everyone and dropped off loads of them in the car. I could not believe that the great night had a big turn to come.
After dropping D off at home she told me that my best friend had spilled the beans about me being an escort. She thought she should tell me as she thought it was not fair them laughing behind my back. She had blabbed before I had even had my first job. She actively encouraged me to work.
That was two and a half years ago and I have not heard from any of them since.
I have since found out that even friends of friends were told. Only one person did not turn their back, but then he milked me for all he could get until I said enoughs enough.
I grew up with these people and we shared so many experiences, when someone tells you they can be trusted and they are your friend think again. It has taken a long time to get over the shock of their reaction. You would of thought I had something contagious the way they acted.
Not once did they try and understand, just like sheep they followed the instinct of one person and proceeded to show me their backs.
In contrast, my family have known for a year and their reaction is completely different. When I first told them my parents were the best. They understand as much as possible and have even asked questions about work.
It is right you can choose your friends but not your family.
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Added on: 03/25/06 13:50
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I went into a chat room last night, something about prossies looking for work, already my back was up by using that term. Anyway I thought it would be a laugh to spectate. It was hilarious.
About 30 members in the forum, I was the ONLY escort, and lots of men, only two punted. Every five secs messages of "watch my cam sex 10 for 15 mins" This was from men. Call me stupid but why would a woman pay a man to watch him tommy tank over a camera phone. Does not do it for me.
I eventually let it out that I do work, but definately not looking for work on that board. Talk about backlash, a couple of little 16-19 yr boys and equally as wet behind the ears girls told me I am disgusting. Good job I am from Essex, I give better than I get.
It is the oldest profession going, read the bible if you have a problem with what I do.
It does make me laugh the number of trolls on each board posing as WG's and punters.
It is sad the amount of girls that lead a secret life, it is a shame that society has not evolved enough to accept what we choose to do.
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Added on: 03/22/06 08:20
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Okay, so I have not been particularly upbeat recently but who can blame me. Spent yesterday afternoon with my bum in the air having stitches removed. Fell flat on my face Sunday, ouch.
Woke up at 3am dreaming about oral sex???? Could not get back to sleep until 7am. Third time in a week.
Last night nuisance caller rang again, 64 times!! It would be cheaper for him to rent porn. I have discovered he does not like snoring. Hurts your throat after a while but it is worth it just to annoy him.
The disasterous start to the year I have had has given me a chance to reflect. Am going back to part time, have accepted another job. Got online, when my friend blew me out at the last minute and have met loads of people, I got about 20 new messages a day. Might meet with a few but of course be careful, meet in public places etc.
Am feeling fitter most days apart from the aching, have been doing between 1-3 hrs daily, am on a mission now to get back my fitness level.
Have decided I want to do work to create more awareness for Ovarian cancer, it is the 4th biggest cancer killer in women, but it is such a tiny part of your body and the symptoms are often confused for something else. I had to wait 16 weeks to finally get a scan!! I have read about it alot in the papers recently and decided that I will try and find a 10km run near me.
You better all sponsor me!! :)
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Added on: 03/21/06 06:01
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When TV really does not have any reflection on real life does it. Have been watching the Hollyoaks date rape story line. Life serving a minimum of 25 years for the character that participated in date raping four women. Brought to court so quickly, no tearing apart of the witnesses or victims. It is a shame it is not like that in real life. I was glued to the late night episodes when I was in Ireland; their portrayal was traumatic but fairly accurate, many a night I was moved to tears. It is a shame they have let it down with the poor portrayal afterwards.
TV last night had lots of fantastic programmes all clashing, all of which I wanted to watch, some were repeats but I had missed them the first time round.
The Tony Martin story, so wrong, the man had a right to protect his property, if you broke into my house I dont care if you had just arrived or were just leaving, if I had a gun I would shot. How dare criminals turn round and sue!! The woman who lost 30 stone, now she scared me so did her body; I have a fear of getting that size.
With all these hard hitting programmes what did I watch but the trashy footballers Wives. Wrote my food diary for the week and necked a bottle of wine whilst doing it.
Two more cancellations today so I wonder what trash I can watch tonight. Am gonna watch the soaps at the gym, will keep me exercising for longer. Should really finish my book, yes I can read, am reading Memoirs of a Geisha and really loving it, have not seen the film yet. Have got a few films I can watch but will catch up with the TV guide, the bottle of wine in the fridge and my ironing pile. Ladder 49 might be the winner, it is a really emotional film about the lives of firemen. I watched it on an aeroplane and was crying by the end of it. It is a shame it did not get the coverage it deserved in the UK. I found it in the bargain bucket in Tesco. Just reminded me that I lent a client a book to do with a fireman that was involved in Ground Zero over a year ago and he still has my book L not happy. Hmm.
Spent an hour in store today arguing for a refund that I have been waiting a month for. As I was planning a protest, was gonna sit on the floor of the shop and not move, (well it is a grand refund!), had phoned the papers to get them to cover it. I got a phone call, after four weeks I will get cash refund in store!! Didnt think handcuffs would suit me.
Have sent an email today, am dying for a reply. I have begged my favourite photographer for a photoshoot, sounds simple enough but he quit quite a while ago. Have not been able to get anyone to match his work. I know I am bigger than I used to be but no one seems to know what to do with women with curves, they either airbrush like hell or dont know how to position you. I phoned one over the weekend, highly recommended fully booked for two months and rude as F**k, think I will refrain from giving him 500 every three months!
Well you can tell from the time I parked this in word. I watched four soaps in the gym whilst working out my limbs now hurt like......wet skin outisde on a winters day a bottle of wine later and they don't hurt as bad, just cant spell too well, sorry xx
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Added on: 03/17/06 16:24
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Well I have had two interesting days. I spent yesterday daytime babysitting. We had filthy nappies, food squashed into the leather sofa, food over the floors in three rooms, but the end result was a picture that has taken pride of place on my freezer door. Spent four hours adding myself onto sites that I thought I was already on. Anyway, we curled up on the sofa and fell asleep watching Cbeebies. Now I have the bloody Balamory song in my head.
Had my first session with my new trainer the other day. I still ached today from the first session and now I have just had my second session. It is good for my language control though. For the first time ever I have choosen a female to work with. I cant swear infront of her. I feel like I would be insulting her. So my mouth is becoming cleaner and my body aches like ......must think of a new word. My training has become very spiritual I think, all you hear now from me is Jesus, Christ and god. A slight improvement from before.
I finally got back to work yesterday. So good to get out the sexy undies and put on high heels and hold ups. Only problem is my stitches seem to get pulled all the time, why do men insist on grabbing hips and bums and pulling the skin outwards. Don't they understand that the more they pull bum cheeks apart the more likely they are to split my skin leading up to my butt.
I went to see my solicitor the other day and they have said I have a really good case so hopefully I will nail the bastards. The NHS are finally bumping me up the list for my back, it seems that I need to correct what has already been done. Apparently from the two ops this surgeon has performed he has made me lose an inch in height!!
Think I must rest my poor aching limbs, don't know how long I can refrain from swearing in my training sessions for. One question that gets me, if it is good for you why does it bloody hurt so much??
If anyone comes looking I will be the one under the duvet still in my work clothes and heels. :)
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Added on: 03/16/06 08:50
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I have been thinking about it for a while now and will probably be shooting myself in my foot but I think I have finally come to a decision.
There has been a big shift in the type of clients I have seen recently, I use the word SEEN very loosely, due to the lack of consideration from a fair few clients I have decided to withdraw one particular service, this service normally brings the violent, aggressive, disrespectful ones out of the woodwork. It is a step I take nervously. I also have nearly made my mind up to withdraw incalls. Each day I think about it more, I was due to come back to work this week, working only 3-5 hrs per week until I was better. I have now had my FIFTH no show in 36 hrs. It would not be as bad but as I am working part time I need the appointments to show, that and it really affects my day. I have had to race back from doctors, solicitors, hospital all for no show's. I don't know how I will work without incalls as outcall enquiries are few and they are always want the same day that is already booked and have no flexibility or don't want the minimum time.
Having had two weeks off and barely worked for the past four weeks I have lots of time to think about it and as much as I love what I do, when I get to do my job, I think I may have to admit defeat and look for another job.
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Added on: 03/14/06 12:11
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I had a test run earlier, I am coming back part time today, there is only so much boredom a girl can take. Frustration has come and gone and I thought I should find out how it feels beforehand. Two positions I could not even contemplate, one hurt and the other didn't. Can just see the ads now, available for work but ***** only.
Am excited today, am going to go through all my summer bits and pack for my holiday!! Cant wait. Have about a squillion shoes to go through to find one pair that will go with every outfit. Am packing light as I don't want to lift my case. Can not wait to be basking in the heat on a sun lounger being waited on hand and foot.
Am seeing my new trainer/therapist today, really looking forward to it. She works with lots of people with back problems and still manages to get them great bodies. Read an atricle in the papers over the weekend, a man from Norwich was so embarrassed about his last holiday he lost 30st!!! Now I don't have that far to go, 3 of them will do for me.
Am seeing a solicitor this afternoon, will be interested to hear their views on my surgical experience. Back to have the stitches loked at tomorrow, might actually be able to get a copy of the file and find out what on earth they actually did other than bruise and stitch me.
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Added on: 03/13/06 06:07
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Just had a funny experience this afternoon, I had to attend a very well to do meeting, I took a skin head tattooed up punk with me. I managed to cause a massive argument about parking. I must have been the youngest person there by about at least 20 years. They got the full wrath of the Essex experience. I was red and shaking I was so angry. It was funny. I don't think the committee expected me to get quite so angry. I get passionate about what I believe in. For a moment I felt a flash of embarrassment wash over me, I had become my dad, I had become the next Victor Meldrew.
I have always said that I write my blog for me, I got a phone call today moaning about the contents, I have to add a group of guys that don't punt read it, so what the hell has my contents got to do with them. I write in general terms about things and don't point out individuals as having done individual things. Maybe it is to spy on what I am doing I don't know. But my blog is personal, it is me laid bare. If a day is shit I say it how it is. That's my rant. If you don't like what I write blog off.
God I really sound like Victor Meldrew today. Have been really upbeat the past few days things are finally moving on. Have lost 6lb in the last week, am a lot more mobile now, I start with a new therapist tomorrow (for my back, I must add), have bought two new sexy undie sets ready for work and my frustration may hopefully go tomorrow. Am coming back part time tomorrow, a couple of hours a week for the next five weeks. Have had a lot of male attention whilst being out shopping and had a few drinks but am definitely going to stay on my own for a while.
I took a big SINGLE person step yesterday; I am going away on my own in six weeks time. Sun, sea, sand and plenty of heat, I can not wait. Must rush off to pack the bikinis.
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Added on: 03/12/06 10:49
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