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Monday - December 17, 2001
Ineligible Receivers


Well Sundays are slow days when you're a phone slut. I attribute this to the fact that many johns are sitting around bonding with other guys over onion dip and beer. 

Wazzzzup?

Yep. Football Season. It'll turn the cash cow month of Easy Street December  into a ghost town slum. And to make matters worse my team got anally raped for four quarters - no lubricant. Fucking 49ers.

I think they also have Nascar races on Sundays , but I don't watch gas-powered human hamster wheels, so I'm not sure. 

Sundays and football season can really drive home just how much of a whim business this is. I had a kick-ass Friday and an even better Saturday, but today there just wasn't enough john pie to go around. Thank goodness for referrals.

Got regulars? They do a paycheck good.

Andy O`Pull has been calling a lot lately. He was upset that I was sick for a couple days. It's funny how some johns are about stuff. Andy and I don't really speak outside of the fantasy, but this time he asked if I was feeling better and told me he'd been worried. This is way out of Andy's character.

But, I've started to realize that Scat Johns - while definitely classified as fruit loops in the cereal isle of my personal sexual preferences, are by and large some of the more sensitive and intelligent johns to be found. I don't think Andy is as comfortable with every slut as he is with me. Even though the things he discusses make my personal upchuck reflex want to regurge, I never let a hint of that into my voice. I am as accepting and ready for his kink as I am for anyone else's. They're talking to me so they DON'T have to feel isolated and judged and I try hard not to forget it.

Of course, after Virg, it could just be that scat doesn't even register as unpleasant by comparison.

Leave it to the scat cats  to eke out the profits amid an otherwise shitty day...errr, no pun intended.




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