last night I dreamt that I was an exotic dancer. but it was like a superhero's alter ego - no one knew that it was me dancing. like the bikini I was dancing in was a cape and suit. and yes, I was dancing in a bikini... and I don't even think I was that good at it, but I was making BANK, so it seemed the logical thing to do. plus, since no one knew it was me.... no embarrassment! until people I knew came to the club. I knew them, but they didn't know me. it was almost worse!
I'm not taking this dream as any sort of sign for what I should do with my life, but I couldn't stop thinking about it all day, so I figured I'd write it down.
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I've decided to share my sass with those who care to take it. and those who don't. because it's sass. and half the fun of sass is dishing it out to those who can't take it.
