Apparently, it’s a sworn affidavit. Ya know, leave it to the fucking south to make being a massage therapist a pain in the ass. Last I checked, prostitution was ILLEGAL. So why the hell do I have to go through this, because it seems to me that they’re making sure I don’t pass any STDs to my clients. A Physical? Moral character references? Finger-printing? If it weren’t for the fact that my corp boss is low enough to report me for working without a county license, I’d say fuck this shit. But like hell I’m going to put my office boss through the shit of having to pay the fines for employing me.
Scorpio for this week:
In preparation for my public readings and performances, I often ask my hosts to make sure that there are pussy willows and pomegranates placed near the podium, along with a pint of absinthe, a jump rope woven from hemp for use in my interactive rituals, and a box of slave-free, non-GMO, organic vegan chocolates. What about you, Scorpio? What items would you demand in your rider if you were asked to speak about your philosophy of life to a curious audience? It’s an ideal time to meditate on this matter. According to my astrological analysis, you will soon be in the spotlight, will be encouraged to spread your influence more forcefully, and will have openings to ask for what you want with aggressive clarity.
I guess I would have to ask myself why I would need props to make myself comfortable enough to be in the spotlight. Is it to distract me from realizing I’m in a spotlight, and thus reduce my problems with being in a spotlight? Or is so that I may be more ready to explain my points so that they may be understood in full, and not mistaken for something else?
With that said, I hate spotlights, I hate being in them. I prefer the lowkey stuff behind the scenes and the quiet recognition, than the public announcements. I reserve the light for my friends who enjoy it.