Year: 2008

So tomorrow i head off for Vegas... again. I have big plans and plenty of naughty fun ahead of me. I'm halfway packed tonight and need to drop the pooch off at dog camp and be on the road by 10am to get there with enough time to refresh, relax and get dolled up for my first night in Vegas and my first fancy multi hour date-o-rama.I wasn't expecting to head back out to sin city so soon but i got an invite to a nice little cocktail shin dig put on by a few hobbyist pals of mine, in a fancy suite, at a great hotel/casino. Since i haven't been able to make it to one of their legendary parties as of late because of scheduling conflicts i decided…

I thought i needed a day at the spa. So i booked one. A 90 minute massage by Coco the burlesque loving masseuse. She was awesome, and apparently i am holding all my tension in my legs and my right thumb, who knew! I followed that with a salt glow body scrub in the wet room. Now if you've never experienced being naked on a table while a women rubs and scrubs every inch of you with exfoliating salts and then the pounded jets of water of 95 degrees or more, i highly suggest you do it. Its something else and you walk away with baby soft skin that's amazing to the touch. I followed that up with a 55 dollar pedicure. yeah i usually pay 12 bucks but this…

It looks as if its time for the Eighth annual Weblog Awards and they have begun their nomination process. I have a grand idea why don't you VOTE FOR ME! i was thinking i fit well into "Best New Weblog, Weblogs that began during the year 2007." cuz well i did just start this blog in November of 2007 but if you feel im more suited to "best craft blog" then so be it ..heh.The rules are easy and you can only vote once and need a valid email address. I of course need the validation and flattery... cuz i'm needy like that. I've voted for all the blogs i read for whatever category they fit into (i may have stretched a little bit dammit i think Life Of A…

It's really hard to have a boyfriend and be an escort. Strike that its just really hard to have a boyfriend. Everyday i love my dog more. He loves me no matter what and is always happy to see me. Though my boyfriend never tears up the trash when im not home. At least i think its the dog thats doing it.©2007-2010 Jenny DeMilo all rights reserved Confessions Of A Message Board Hooker Please don't steal my hard work. Email me for permission to repost. jdm4223

I don't own an alarm clock. It was one of the things i left behind when i left the cut throat world of advertising. It's symbolic for me. No alarm clock means i don't have to live on a schedule of someone else's making. Of course it also means i have to will my self awake in the morning if i have to get up early. I did buy an alarm clock to watch world cup. I went over to a pals house who had a hi-def TV at ungodly hours with donuts and coffee to watch soccer matches in foreign countries. Good times. After the world cup i got rid of the alarm clock, it felt weird having it in the house.All which brings me to my current delima.…