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I'm feeling the spirit of Christmas today! I have been decorating......how are you going to decorate your dog this season? I can't decide if Chhaya is going to have blue or multicolored lights this year. What do you think? She looks good in both.





Tonight? Rented movies and staying in. I'm going to go upstairs in a bit and start watching the first one, Blackfish . I know it will make me cry and get upset but it is depicting the truth.
The truth about how we humans use beautiful, innocent and sentient animals for our entertainment.

I had a busy day today and got a lot done. Shopping. You can never have too much of the good stuff, toilet paper, as you can see!



I also bought an electric blanket. My first. Am I officially an old lady now? Something for me and Chhaya to enjoy and cuddle under. I did some cleaning. Laundry. Put up Christmas decorations. Right now, I'm watching the Nelson Mandela memorial service spectacle from Johannesburg on TV out of the corner of my eye while writing this. Nelson had a kind face and a warm smile. I read up a bit on Winnie Mandela, one of his ex wives, she seems to be a mean old lady. But the Secretary-General of the United Nations, Ban Ki-moon is super cute! I think I have developed a new crush, too bad he is married! In the spirit of Nelson Mandela.....let's spread some Ubuntu for the remainder of 2013! ❤

And on that note (or not) one of the things that irk me right now is that strange trend of waitstaff that make up lies about not getting tipped due to them being fat/gay/black/ugly or whatever else nonsense they can come up with. It turns into a national sob story. Then people with soft and big hearts donate to these people and then it turns out that it was all a lie. Listen, if you want to make good tips then take these tips from Tatiana (free of charge too!), loose weight, become good looking or at least somewhat attractive (thick layers of MAC studio fix and fake lashes work wonders for even the homely looking), wear something skimpy and sparkly and go strip somewhere. I guarantee that you will make tons of tips. I can barely take a step in any direction at work without getting bills in every denomination thrown at me. See the fake lashes really do work!
But seriously. I should start my own national sob story. Poor dancer didn't get tipped while on stage. She now feels awful and deeply hurt. She feels ugly/fat/not worthy! This traumatic event might have scarred her for a long time. Please good and generous people of the USA, let the spirit of giving flow and donate to this poor dancer/stripper in her time of need.
I wonder how much money I could make? I have been on stage plenty of times while some smiling yahoo with no money has been sitting there. Sometimes I say something and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I just kick the stage hard where the yahoo is sitting and glare at him (sometimes it's a she). That will usually generate a few dollars. Look, waitstaff.....I know you work for tips, so do I.....I understand ok. At least ya'll don't have to pay for the pleasure of working at whatever restaurant you are at. And you get an hourly wage, I don't. But come on now. Tipping is for the most part a voluntary activity. As I think it should be. The employers should increase the hourly wages so it becomes a fair living wage.
That lame former "marine" gay woman that made up that pathetic story about not getting tipped while working as a waitress due to an objection to her chosen lifestyle (gay).....how freakin' lame is she! All "minorities" that are employed as waitstaff, cash in before it's too late! I would rather donate my money to somebody that really needs it (like animals in need) than some greedy waiter or waitress crying over not making any tips. I made $ 15 total the other night. It was a slow night. But I'm still happy. No national sob story/collection here. But I really should start one just to see what I could get out of it........

It's about 3 30 am and I'm in bed after working. I've been home for a while already, a rather uneventful night tonight, except that I got a new compliment to add to my list of "unusual" ones......."People fought wars for a beauty like you." Yeah, I know - the last one that comes to mind this early in the morning is the Trojan War, Helen of Troy. Maybe it's time for a new war like that, the war over Tatiana of Alaska. I wouldn't mind a giant wooden horse either.
One more thing. A while back some production company came across my blog and thought that I was in Williston. They contacted me and were talking about filming a reality series or some kind of a show/documentary. I informed them of my whereabouts (Alaska, not North Dakota) and I recently found out that they called the club here in town wanting to arrange to film here. One more brush with near fame. 🙂 But the owner said no. He wants to keep a low profile. I myself think it would had been great to film here, actually quite hilarious and a guaranteed hit, I can promise you that much, we get some fun characters that visit the club. Plus the girls......and everything else that goes on. So besides reading my blog every day, you could had seen me in action on TV once a week.
Did anyone drink their morning coffee yet? When I wake up I'm going to have mine. Kaladi is my fave here. Why? I like the taste. Also they have the option of natural vanilla flavor instead of regular vanilla. And they have dog treats there, Chhaya know this very well and expects a treat after every trip we make to Kaladi. That's my new coffee mug btw. One of my other ones went missing, it's gone and I have no clue to what I did with it. Weird.
Well......I'm going to wash my face and go to sleep. So good night to me and good morning to you!

Help, I have a problem.....my bra collection needs more room, the cups are runneth over!



There are now 19 bra's somehow crammed into the two top bins. Then there are two bins loaded with panties. And the bin on the bottom contains triangle bras and some g-strings. What am I going to do with all this when I quit dancing? Auction off some of the bra's and panties to my fans? Store it all away somewhere and forget about it? Maybe go through it 50 years from now and think back of the days gone by? I have several old outfits in Vegas that I would never dream of wearing at work again.



These are my latest Honey Dew's. On the door to my locker some of my fave ladies. Rihanna......I love her. I think she should be my girlfriend. Oh yummy! Kate.....I love her too,
I love everything about Kate, her face is absolutely exquisite and flawless. I need to get the latest issue of Playboy, Kate is on the cover and on several pages in the magazine.
Laetitia, just because I like the way she looks, gorgeous. I am very drawn to the aesthetically pleasing, well my interpretation of it. We all have our own ideas of what we like.

Here I am.....tired again. I feel like a zombie. Maybe I am a zombie? Maybe I am just like this .


Pic borrowed from adbusters.org

I need my latte every day, I buy stuff, I work, I pay bills, gas, food.....I do this, I do that. I just DO. Am I a consumer desensitized, latte-drinking, tv watching zombie? I don't know. All I know is that I am preparing for Christmas, I have about ten more days of doing and getting before I am done. I can't help myself, at least not this year (again).
I love Adbusters. It brings up stuff that is true but not so comfortable to confront and think about, always. If you have never read Adbusters, look for it at Barnes & Noble. You might take a liking to it.

I've been working too. I hate being bored and idle at work, it's the worst. I try to kill the boredom by reading, joking around, singing loud (my pipes can rival Christina Aguilera's if you catch me in the right moment), practicing my pole tricks (I'm going to have to show them off here soon and brag to all of you), take selfies and sometimes (if it's really boring) I take a nap. I would DIE if I worked in a clothing store, it seems so extremely boring to me, like a nightmare but you can't curl up and take a nap when bored, you just have to suffer through the workday.....fold clothes and stand around looking happy and whatnot. What horror!
Yes, I'd rather dance than work at some boring clothing store, thank you very much.
But another thing I hate at work, on a night when I feel extra annoyed, is stupidity or guys that think they are so sexy and suave and think that I should see this in them too and they hit on me and I'm like, "Ewwwww, just go away and leave me alone!" If you are not Rihanna or Vladimir Putin then I'm not interested. The other night some poor guy even admitted his own stupidity, he said that he was not that intelligent. I couldn't do much else than feel kind of bad for him. He was dumb, yes he was. A total bore. Do NOT expect me to try and engage you in some kind of a giving conversation, some people have limits on how smart they are, you can only bring out so much in them. I am a very impatient person and I can't stand being subjected to somebody daft. My body gets a restless feeling, I lose interest and start concentrating on other things. I'd much rather sit in serene quiet than talk about absolute nonsense or try to talk to somebody that is just dumb. And yes I know, dumb is not always a bad thing. You can be dumb but very kind. And kindness is a virtue. But I am kind and intelligent. Therefore, I go insane when I sometimes get subjected to the not so bright ones. On a night when I don't want to be bothered.
Last night some repeat idiot came in (meaning he was at the club not too long ago). Just like last time he was drunk and mean. Talking trash about the girls, we are ugly, whores, some are fat, gross bla bla bla.....girls in Seattle are better looking bla bla bla.....Guess, who finally told the asshole to shut the fuck up or else? Me. Of course. Do not come into my place of work and loudly insult me or any other girl working in there (regardless of if I like that girl or not).
I just won't have any of that. You think the girls in some other club are better? Good then get the fuck out of my place of business and go to that other club. How rude! After telling him what's up, he apologized several times. Of course. They all do. I told him to shut his mouth, go sit away from me and spend money or go home. He ended up falling asleep all alone by some table, a taxi came and hauled him out of there. Kind of sad, to get drunk like that in a public place, all alone. I felt a bit bad for him. But hey, don't take your issues and frustrations out on me, ok. Then some guy said, "But you are as good as it gets, in any club." Yes, thank you but I know this already. Even Clay (the dj) thinks I'm a goddess (his own words) and he has seen many ladies come and go over his 20 years working in the club. I know what I look like. That is not the point. You do not come into any club, sit down and loudly start spewing your nasty opinions around. Some girl might actually get sad. Me? You can think I'm ugly and this or that all you want, it doesn't bother me. What bothers me is your behavior. So shut the fuck up or I will shut you up real quick. Thank You, that was all from me today. This zombie is going to take a nap now.

I'm 12 years old. I love horses. The best thing I know is to be around them, pet them, clean them and when I can afford it......ride them. I want my own horse, that was my dream when I was 12. Life was easy. I was happy most of the time.



Shortly after that picture was taken, we moved from Stockholm to Växjö. I was not happy at all about having to say goodbye to my friends, start a new school and make new friends.
Say goodbye to my favorite horses at the stable Skutan that I would go to all the time. But I made new friends, good ones too......the kind you have for life.