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__________________________________________________________________________________________________ February 08, 2010 ![]() This is kaila yu. She was the first monday girl of the week that was featured about 8 years ago when I first started blogging. We finally got married. No. I'm just kidding but if I'm to restart this feature, I thought for sentimental reasons, I'd post her again. Because as joel goodsen once said..."sometimes you just gotta say "what the fuck".
February 06, 2010 ![]() . Sylvia and I drive to an Indian casino 2 hours away secluded in the hills. There's nothing there except other casinos. I don't really gamble and I need to kill 3 hours but if I sign up for a players card, I get a free lobster buffet. Score! . When someone calls me at 2 in the morning, I know its usually trouble. And even though i don't have to take the job, my conscience won't let me sleep knowing Alysha is on some random street corner out in the valley by herself. But here's the thing, if I'm a pick you up, you need to tell me the right cross streets rather than wait for me to drive there, look for you, not answer my calls, go back home, and have your friend call me an hour later to give me the correct information. I had assumed that she fell asleep at her clients but no, just the wrong streets. So she's a hot mess and bawling in my front seat "why do they always wanna fuck me, why can't they just hang out". I wanna say, you gotta stop acting like a ho if you want people to stop treating you like a ho...but this probably isn't a good time to say it. . Kennedy has a regular client who's crazy about her and visits every 3 weeks or so. Until he accidentally dialed his wife during a session. Kennedy no longer has a regular client who visits her every 3 weeks. . Lucille asks me to quote her a price to Las Vegas. She says she's been getting calls but I actually don't like long distance driving and not sure if its even worth my time. It might just be cheaper for her to fly. . Carol hasn't worked very much during the holidays. She's making up for it now. Good for her. Good for me.
Posted by yumyumcha at 09:22 AM January 31, 2010
Escort stories - bigger is not better
![]() So you wanna buy your favorite escort a gift. She seems to "get you", pays a lot of attention for an hour at a time and maybe even texts you from time to time. I get that. She makes you feel good and you wanna return the favor besides just leaving money in an envelope on the dresser drawer. Ok, here's the thing. Don't get them a bouquet of flowers, a 10 gallon glass box filled with origami or you know, anything bigger than a water bottle. Why? Because it fucking defeats the purpose of them being discreet and inconspicuous when they leave a hotel. They're trying to be quiet and blend in with the background, but here they are, with your larger than life gift, as they make their way out the elevator or through the lobby doors. C'mon man! Also, I don't help them when they come out the door. Me and the car is hiding in the shadows and the door is unlocked for them to jump in. That's the plan. If you have to get them something, get them a gift card, maybe to starbucks or even a fast food joint, something they can put in their purse and use. And if you really wanna be sentimental, than write them a god damn poem. I'm sure they would appreciate that. So to reiterate, the escort business is a frowned upon profession. Hotels overtly don't like them. Be cool. Small is good. Posted by yumyumcha at 11:30 AM January 25, 2010 ![]() My first advent into amateur cooking was watching my older (guardian) brother make a grill american cheese sandwich. He was like 15 and I was this little fat kid in my pajamas' going "wow, he can make a snack on the stove out of random things from the refrigerator". I thought that was pretty amazing but realistically I don't like the taste of cheese so I stored that recipe away in my mental food closet decades ago. Until a couple of nights ago at the grocery store. Swiss cheese. I love the holes but not a big fan of its weird grown up taste. Yet I was drawn to it this evening. I'm not sure why. Somethings odd was happening so I'm thought I'd better buy orange marmalade too because you never know. Afterall, if I'm going to have sex, I better wear protection. That was the jam! I had honey & oat bread at home so jack, chrissy and janet were all here. And here it is. My grill cheese sandwich. Not bad i say. Maybe not as good as yours but it'll do in a pinch. br> Posted by yumyumcha at 09:50 AM January 23, 2010 ![]() Growing up in a asian family, there's always some weird guy that showed up at every event but you never really know who he is. He's not related and they say he's a "family friend" but its not like you ever saw him and your parents play basketball or hide n seek together (ok context, when you're kid, that's what "friends" do). And he was also single and older so that just exacerbated the matter further. Until now, cuz I realize. I'm that guy. And I'm sure margot will be going...hmm, he ain't my brother, he ain't mom and dad's brother, but he just keeps showing up. Who the hell is that guy? Well, tonight I'm having dinner. Toilet: Oh look, there's margot toilet over to the left! I don't smell anything though. I'm hoping that margot will just think I'm the automated toy that comes and goes to the house on his own free will. Posted by yumyumcha at 04:08 PM January 20, 2010
Movie reviews - getting turn on easily
![]() The Book of Eli Youth in Revolt: Sherlock Holmes Posted by yumyumcha at 05:47 PM January 18, 2010
mlk (january 1929 - april 1968)
![]() "The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in times of comfort and convenience but rather where he stands at times of challenge and controversy". martin luther king strength to love, 1963
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