Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

I know I know... I've been lax. The Less Glamorous Job is going away and it's had Me rather stresstastic. I haven't been at Tootsy's much, and that sucks. I hope that, once I have Tons Of Spare Time I will be able to dance more. I'm still working on the idea of a podcast. A big part of the cast would be a Q&A. I'll be taking questions about Me, My life (to an extent LOL), BDSM, stripping, modeling, sex, the adult entertainment industry, etc. So if you have any questions, feel free to start emailing them in! Send them to paigedwinter@gmail.com with the subject "Podcast Q&A"... I plan on starting a 365 Photo Post Project in August. Each day I will post a photo on My blog. It may be a photo of Me, a specific body part, something special to My heart. Some will be racy, some will be artsy. But there will be 365 of them total!

Today, at the Less Glamorous Job, I met the King Of All Mouthbreathers. Literally. You could hear his wet breathing sounds from anyplace in the store. It was scary. Seriously... he was like Darth Vader. I think he'd be a fun client. Endless material for humiliation and taunting.

I have been battling insomnia and light sleeping since I was a wee little brat. Nothing new, but still... very unpleasant! Insomnia used to like to think of Me as it's BFF and that's not very groovy for Me. But the light sleeping still plagues Me. I can't sleep for more than half an hour at a time. Argh! I wake up exhausted even if I sleep for 12 hours! So it's been a few years since I've had a huge rash of Cant Sleep For Plural Days, with maybe oh... 3 or 4 instances of it in the past 2 years. We aren't as BFF anymore, thankfully. Figures that, today, I have a nice dose of it. But today? Of course, today when I have to go do battle in The Less Glamorous Job, aka Retail Hell... So as I type this, as I get ready to go to said retail job that I SOOO adore... I'm at 27.5ish hours with no sleep. Yep, since BEFORE I danced all night last night at Tootsy's. Cute, right? No, no not really. Cute like a stomach pump, as Daffy Duck once said.  No, I will...