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After I got back from DC I thought long and hard about what wanted to do with my business, the lifestyle I wanted and how I wanted to further care for my mom. I came to the conclusion that in order for me to only work for myself and have a calmer life with less stress and danger, that it was time to move on from LA. I considered the options, pros and cons, did some research and came up with Las Vegas. Now I knew that I couldn’t stay in the house I was in because its a money pit. I started looking online and many of the houses in Las Vegas were just what I was looking for except they weren’t in a good area. So I found out what the best areas were and started looking there. I saw a house that I thought was great but it was 2 stories. My mom has a hard time with stairs but there was a downstairs bedroom for her so she agreed to take a look at it. It even had a pool. I called the realtor and she said that they already had an offer on it but she wasn’t sure if the sellers would take it. We flew out the next day to look at several, in case that the first house was gone already. We checked out some resort-type communities but I think golf is for pussies so that wouldn’t work for me. If I had one fukkin golf ball break a window in my home, I’d go ballistic. We looked at 4 houses total and the last house we walked into was a winner. As soon as we saw it in fact. The kitchen was awesome, big island viking stove with 3 burners, bar, even has a fireplace off the kitchen in the living room. There is a huge room where I plan to put a pool table. There’s room for my office and even a big-ass closet which I really need for all my girly shot and shoot clothes. My mom loved it too. There is a pool and hot tub in the back and the yard is very low maintenance. Its damn near perfect. So I put an offer on it and celebrated at the Venetian with . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

After I got back from DC I thought long and hard about what wanted to do with my business, the lifestyle I wanted and how I wanted to further care for my mom. I came to the conclusion that in order for me to only work for myself and have a calmer life with less stress and danger, that it was time to move on from LA. I considered the options, pros and cons, did some research and came up with Las Vegas. Now I knew that I couldn’t stay in the house I was in because its a money pit. I started looking onlyne and many of the houses in Las Vegas were just what I was looking for except they weren’t in a good area. So I found out what the best areas were and started looking there. I saw a house that I thought was great but it was 2 stories. My mom has a hard time with stairs but there was a downstairs bedroom for her so she agreed to take a look at it. It even had a pool. I called the realtor and she said that they already had an offer on it but she wasns’t sure if the sellers would take it. We flew out the next day to look at several, in case that the first house was gone already. We checked out some resort-type communities but I think golf is for pussies so that wouldn’t work for me. If I had one fukkin golf ball break a window in my home, I’d go ballistic. We looked at 4 houses total and the last house we walked into was a winner. As soon as we saw it in fact. The kitchen was awsome, big island viking stove with 3 burners, bar, even has a fireplace off the kitchen in the living room. There is a huge room where I plan to put a pool table. Tere’s room for my office and even a big-ass closet which I really need for all my girly shot and shoot clothes. My mom loved it too. There is a pool and ot tub in the back and the yard is very low maintenence. Its damn near perfect. So I put an offer on it and celebrated at the Venetion with my mom by having some really great steak and a glass of wine. After that we spent some time with the slot machines which I don’t really enjoy but Mom loves ‘em. She lost and I won. We came home $200 ahead. I’m lucky sometimes. I had an apple martini and took a car to the airport. The driver was pretty nice and told us his experience with living in Las Vegas. Most people either love it or hate it. Good think I didn’t elope to Vegas! I might hate it then too. But its the oppisite for me. There is literally no downside that I have found besides having to move out of state. Just moving again is a pain in the ass but this is the last time for awhile. As long as those evil soccer-moms leave me alone I’ll be fine. I found a place that has a nutrionist and classes for yoga, pilates, and stripping. I’m going to learn as much as I can and then try my hand at working at some of the bigger strip clubs in Vegas. The need to perform and be on stage is too much for me to ignore. Plus, its a great way to stay in shape and meet other gals that are similar to me. Las Vegas is a happy place, people are there to have fun, celebrate and party:) In LA everyone is pissed off all the time. Road rage abounds(I’m guilty of it myself) and people basically suck. Its not that I hate LA but I am starting to dislike it. Now I’m sitting in Escrow after giving the lender every detail about my life excluding the diameter of my left arm. Its crazy the amount of info they want. They can kiss my ass though. I told them that they can either help me and be quick about it or I’ll go somewhere else. I hate when people start thinking that they are irreplacable and get on thier high horse at me. I kick them down pretty fast:) Nobody is better than anyone else. I contacted movers and I don’t have to do anything but pack before the move and then drive with mom and the dogs to the new place. Its not near as long of a drive as when we came out to LA from Memphis with just a carload of stuff. Damn, we have collected alot of shit in 3 years. Its nuts! We are going to donate some stuff to the war veterans. mostly furniture, its mostly brand new, we justwant to get other stuff to go with the new house. After I get moved I plan on buying up some other income properties that I’m already researching and then renting them out. I’m also researching property management companies to take care of the properties in the states that I oplan to invest in. I decided not to fly back and forth but to rent the condo out. I don’t want to travel this year. I’m tired and don’t want to be away from home for awhile, 6 months at least but probably the whole year. Things will get back to normal with the content once I’m moved. I didn’t want to add more stress on myself so its sparse for now but I’ve found some great photographers to hire once I get to Las Vegas. I’m going to take nekid pictures in the Red Rock Mountains:)

I had a great time visiting my brother today. We joked around alot and told stories about different things we remember from growing up including some of the trouble we almost got into. I sucks that I even had to leave because I really miss him. All through growing up, he was my best friend, even though we fought like cats and dogs. He’s 22 now and I swear the little fukker is getting taller on me again. Next to me he looks like a giant but I told him he’ll always be my little buddy and I can still kick his ass, he replied that he will always be there for me and let me believe I can:) He’s kewl like that . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

I had a great time visiting my brother today. We joked around alot and told stories about different things we remember from growing up including some of the trouble we almost got into. I sucks that I even had to leave because I really miss him. All through growing up, he was my best friend, even though we fought like cats and dogs. He’s 22 now and I swear the little fukker is getting taller on me again. Next to me he looks like a giant but I told him he’ll always be my little buddy and I can still kick his ass, he replied that he will always be there for me and let me believe I can:) He’s kewl like that. He’s been going to the gym everyday and he must be still filling out as a man. I can barely get my arms around his shoulders when I hug him. We aren’t really an affectionate family. Not everyday hugs and “I love you’s” but ever since we got scatterred we always hug teary eyed upon seeing each other or parting. I really took for granted that he was always there but now I get to tell him how much I loved growing up with him. My mom and older brother were kind of envious that I was able to come visit him. We watched a movie and went to a crazy diner with great food and 50’s music where the waitress tried to sell me a mug and a gift card for $30.00 to always remember the diner. I politely refused and thought it was kind of strange to offer such a thing to someone that doesn’t even live in the area, which she knew once she got to the table because she had asked. I fly out tomorrow at 10:25am and 6 hours later I’ll arrive at about 1pm in LA. Its always weird flying over that many time zones wether I gain or lose time, its always tiring and I feel a little discomboblulated for a couple days. It will be nice to wake up in my own bed again instead of a hotel, wondering what city I am in. I have done alot of travelling in teh past few months and I’m glad to take a break from it. I’ll be reading and editing and shooting over the holidays. I bought some candy canes before I left for DC and I’m looking forward to eating them:) I also have to figure out why the post office hates me. I bet the packages I sent are there waiting for me. Maybe I made some dumb error in sending them, like printing a zipcode incorrectly or maybe they have a hard time reading my handwriting. Whatever the case it seems like it gets more unreliable all the time. I thought about sending the Christmas presents home from my lil bro in the mail so I would have to travel with them, but my luck they would get lost. What’s funny is that I know there is underwear floating around in limbo somewhere. Maybe the demon from the dryer moved on to the post office because I haven’t lost any socks lately. I’ll probably finish the movie I am writing on the plane ride home. Maybe I’ll sleep and not be so tired when I get back. It will still be early enought to run some errands. Hopefully, the cab driver from the airport won’t drive like he has the shits and I’ll not want to spew. Travelling alot can make a person a little nutty. I passed that point a few days ago. I guess I’m not such a loner like I thought. I don’t really want to be around that many people, but I want to be around the familier people. I received some weird fan mail again, mostly bitching at me for this or that, but then the email took a a turn into the absurd, telling me about my life. I always think that is quite funny that someone can think they know me because they have seen me naked. Like they glean my lie by peering at my woohaa. I didn’t realise it was like a fortune cookie. Anyway the email stated that I would eventually be alone, broke and sad, much like I am now with a wishlist of things I can’t afford, selling my wares at discounts just to get by in a trailor court. Well, there are worse fates I guess. Its funny that this email didn’t even depress me in the least. I felt sorry for the person behind it, at thier need to lash out at me, passing judjgement, making assumptions and even quoting the bible on occasion. I don’t think they really know what it means. There are people who beleive my life must be sad and lonely because I’m a sex-worker/porn chic/pornstar/whore/add your favorite discriptive word for adult industry:)

OK, its time to go home soon. I’m bummed because I miss my dogs and family. Its not good enough to just talk to my mom on the phone anymore. I’ll get to see my little brother again tomorrow so that will be fun and hopefully I can drag him to an arcade to forget the world and have fun . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

OK, its time to go home soon. I’m bummed because I miss my dogs and family. Its not good enough to just talk to my mom on the phone anymore. I’ll get to see my little brother again tomorrow so that will be fun and hopefully I can drag him to an arcade to forget the world and have fun even if his girlfriend doesn’t like the games. I may just be there and call him to come play at the arcade instead of having him come get me in the morning. Its my plan to have fun. I don’t want to go watch a movie, that’s not really quality time together. And I don’t want to lay around and eat the whole time either. Maybe I can find a place that has race cars or bumper cars, something fun.

Yay, only couple more days and I can come home and play with my doggies:) Its been a fun trip but I’m ready to get back. I have a lot of books to read of the holiday about finance and planning retirement. That should take up alot of time. I also need to set up some shoots for January for when I get back from AVN. This will be my 4th AVN, and sometimes it seems like 10 years sometimes it seems like only a few months. I’m still shocked that . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

Yay, only couple more days and I can come home and play with my doggies:) Its been a fun trip but I’m ready to get back. I have a lot of books to read of the holiday about finance and planning retirement. That should take up alot of time. I also need to set up some shoots for January for when I get back from AVN. This will be my 4th AVN, and sometimes it seems like 10 years sometimes it seems like only a few months. I’m still shocked that I am considered a veteran of my industry. Haha, I’m the old one with a group of us gals are together:) They still think I’m 19 though. sometimes that still gets on my nerves but it good to have a baby-face.

I did some more research on that financial planning company and found some very interesting info. I won’t be working with them at all since they don’t have the best plans and aren’t really looking out for anyone but themselves. So here I go to go it alone again. I an going to get the licenses I need, but I may work for another company part time. What’s funny is that ever since I posted that I was going to go into finance, people keep saying . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!

I did some more research on that financial planning company and found some very interesting info. I won’t be working with them at all since they don’t have the best plans and aren’t really looking out for anyone but themselves. So here I go to go it alone again. I an going to get the licenses I need, but I may work for another company part time. What’s funny is that ever since I posted that I was going to go into finance, people keep saying to me”I don’t need a plan right now” well, first, its illegal if I even approached them about doing thier plans and second, I didn’t even think about asking them without getting the knowledge I need to actually do it right. Sheesh! You can’t just say, ‘m gonna be a financial planner, and then start talking to people about their plans. That’s why there are licenses involved and a required knowledge base in order to start helping people with their finances. I wouldn’t even want to start paying with my own until I know more about how it all works. I ordered alot of books right before I left for DC so they should come in this week. Being a financial planner takes a lot of research and tedious paperwork but that’s ok. I think it will be a nice change of pace. Its great to learn from the inside out. My plan is to take my own finances and put them through a plan that I design first to see how well I fare. Then I’m going to do the same with my mom(I’m going to give her money actually since she doesn’t work but I can gift her 12k a year as a tax write-off) If those go well and I don’t fuck that up I’ll do some marketing and start talking with some people about what I myself have accomplished. There’s no better way to say you can do a good job for them than showing them some actual figured and that I actually did it. Otherwise I won’t be very credible.