OK, soooo I got my pillz. Which explain why I'm up at 3:30 in the morning. Actually I haven't been sleeping that well in general, but I digress. My first class is tomorrow: African American Literary Crit and Theory. I'm super excited! I bought most of the text books for it and have been reading a couple books to catch up on my African American lit. Beloved and Their Eyes Were Watching God. I really don't want to be the only white girl in there who hasn't read anything of interest to the class.
Also, well, I don't know how to put this, but I've been thinking about being an escort. Not gonna go into details about why. So I emailed an escort agency a couple days ago. Some guy called me. I freaked out, then decided why not and called him back. He said his name was Jerry and he was very (deliberately) vague. Funny, but on the website it said the agency had the girl's "best interests at heart." Haha. I really don't think Jerry gives a shit about my best interests, but whatever. I keep imagining some gross guy in a windowless office eating a Big Mac. He told me it was a "full service agency," (love the pseudonyms) and asked if I was OK with that. I said yes. Then he told me he would call me and give me the name and number of the meeting place, and I was to call him when I got there. It's a 60-40 money split, so I get 300 if it's 500 an hour. When I asked him how I would get him his share of the money, he told me I would wire it to his bank account.  I told him I could work tomorrow. And that was it.
I was imagining some big todo where I go to the agency (I even had my outfit planned out!) and they interview me and ask me to pose for pictures for their website. And some kind hearted, wise madam explains to me the tricks of the trade. But no, instead I get a phone interview with Jerry the Pimp.
Well, this may be the stupidest idea of my life; I know that I am young and naive. I am aware of that. I am also aware that I may hate it so much and be so grossed out that I never want to do it again. In all honesty, the two scenes that keep popping into my head are that of Christian Bale in American Psycho mutilitating prostitutes, and images of Cops, where policemen bust into a hotel room and arrest everyone on site. Comforting.