The girl cant help it

I need to get laid. I need to get pounded, screwed, have my brains fucked out. Fucked 12 ways to Sunday, up one side and down the other, until I'm exhausted and bruised. I'm not talking about client sex. Where my focus is on someone else's needs, desires and wants. I'm talking about greedy, all about me, fuck me until i cant walk sex.

Since the man in my life and i are not exactly on the same page these days, it's been a while since i gotten laid MY way. When we are on the same page, he can whisper in my ear and I'm on the edge begging for him to push me over. When were not on the same page, were not around each other much so our intimate time is scarce, fleeting and I'm left longing, cranky and feeling unloved.

It's true i equate sex to love most of the time. I know better but i cant help it. I suppose "my past" is responsible for that. Maybe i feel so in need right now because i hunted down my past and have been having to my surprise, quite a pleasant email conversation with him for the last few days. It's left me confused, sad and strangely hopeful. I'm quite certain my ability to be a escort are rooted in that first adult relationship, i had with "my past".

So my solution... work. keep my mind off my animal drive to have greedy all about me sex. To distract my body with my brain. I have 4 photo-shoots to finish by Monday of next week. So i do have my work cut out for me. That much work in such a short time should be keeping my mind off my pussy and off my past and on my goal, But its not.

I can't help it... i just cant help it.

What was i thinking

If you're bored at night and going a little stir crazy, do not go digging around for your past if you're not prepared to face it.

I'll have to remember that for next time.

I'm so bummed

Heath Ledger is dead, he was only 28. He was a nice guy. I met him several times in my civvie life and he never once star tripped. He was always nice to the people around him and on several occasions that included me.

He was a good actor into taking creative risks. I'm totally bummed out right now and feel really sad for his little girl. thats one thing that this world doesn't need anymore of... fatherless little girls.

You can read the whole story here

Stop your bitching!

Stop your god damned bitching about giving out references to other escorts. I see that happening a lot lately and I'm sad to say its always a provider who's been in the the biz for few short months, who think shes knows it all, seen it all, and is the only one being asked to hand out references for Clients. We all can get a little miffed if a client is constantly using only us as a reference, i can understand that. I have a client who i saw one time who uses me as a reference on a weekly basis. If I'm having a bad day, then yeah i can get a touch annoyed. I know he's seeing other girls because i have referenced him for them but he only uses me when seeking appointments with new ladies.

Then i thought about that for a second. I am a well know escort, i have a solid reputation and i can be verified though many boards as a legit escort. OF COURSE he's going to use my reference, my references makes other girls feel comfortable because it carries a little weight with it.

Its really an honor, not the annoyance i once saw it as.

In this business screening is EVERYTHING. I need to know I'm seeing a safe and sane gent who's not going to slap on me a pair of steel bracelets when i walk though the door. It's not only a professional courtesy to give a reference to another lady to let her know a gent is safe to see, its good business. I also need to ask for references. You give what you get in the life... and especially in this business. So stop your complaining like you're the only bitch in town who spends a few minutes a day doing her part to make another sex worker feel safe. Because you're not, your just the latest to whine about it.

Free Fouad!

On December 11, one of the Arab world's top bloggers was arrested by the Saudi Interior Ministry. Fouad Al-Farhan, age 32, is the godfather of Saudi blogging. He was among the first Saudis to blog under his real name and has been an outspoken voice for nonviolent reform.

Sign the petition

thanks Sexy Munro for bringing this to my attention. This isnt an Arab issue or a Saudi issue, its about being able to speak your mind and share your thoughts, without the threat of being beheaded by a dull blade

Jinx!

Okay i jinxed myself and spoke to soon. Todays proverb....

Never count your chickens before they hatch.

I'm still getting my hair done. Theres a big art show Sat and i know a couple of people that have some pieces in them. One a GF i dont get to see much the other is some hot tattooed love boy i used to get naked with who actually is a pretty fucking talented painter with a solid rep. I think thats why i used to bone down with him because of his talent... oh and his obsession with my ass.

Feast or Famine

Being as Jan/Feb are very slow times of the year for the working girl. ( i blame holiday over spending!) I had hunkered down in my own little world of panic and cable TV then started to economise and get ready for the next bumpy couple months. Suddenly i became very popular! Maybe its a fluke or maybe it's because I'm just that charming and sexy that even when you don't have any extra cash for a tasty bite of Jenny you find a way. Either way I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm going to get my hair done, put on the tall shoes and show some guys the times of their lives. Don't you wish you could make your rent in one evening of naughty fun..

Its funny this business can be feast or famine. You're either so busy you cant get anything else done or your so NOT busy that you watch reality show marathons day in and day out. There is no in between. I guess its like any other freelance business when you get own to it and saving for the inevitable rainy day is a requirement. Especially when you don't know how busy you will be from day to day. Its also seldom done. At least rarely by me. Not that I'm a spend thrift or anything but when i am in the flush i tend to be a little careless with my cash flow then regret that fancy new camera i bought.

Like i said I'm not going to complain... i want to be busy, im happy to be busy. More importantly I'm grateful to be a busy little beaver.

kisses,
Jenny

Thought for the week.

"If you're after getting the honey
Then you don't go killing all the bees"

I miss ya Mr Strummer.

Whats my name?

I decided to do some fake name generators, don't ask me why i got got a wild hair... here are some of the results of tonights big waste of time on the evil time sucker.. oh i mean the Internet.

1. My Mifia nickname is "Fancy Pants"
2. My Cowboy Nickname is Jenny "Bootingravy" Demilo
4. My Smurf name is "Talk to the Hand"
5. My Wu Tang name is "B-loved Commander"

I also seem to have a slogan... The Jenny DeMilo effect.

I wonder what my hooker name would be ... oh wait a second i already know the answer to that one.

I Love Meat

Had dinner last night with 3 hot chicks and one handsome man. the girls were all escorts (off the click of course) and smokin hot and the dude was the boyfriend of one of the girls. He was kind enough to pop for dinner and the food was wonderful. We ate at AJ's steak house at the Hard Rock. I had this big hunk of bloody rare steak. The sexy little minx to my left had the amazing crab legs. It was off the hook. I have to say i do love meat! ;)

Then us four girls ran around the casino for a while looking for trouble but never really finding it. The hard rock on a Friday was like being in any trendy stupid bar in West Hollywood on a weekend and i stopped going out in weho on the weekends years ago. Lots of guys in shinny shirts and girls wearing dresses that made them look like Hoes. Its funny the real hoes (us) dressed down as to not be branded hoes in public off the clock. The civvies were all pretty Hoe-ish looking. go figure. I always have fun hanging out with other girls in the biz, they get me and i never feel like i have to put on an act and watch what i say as to not slip up and accidentally let the cat out of the bag about my clandestine profession.

One more party tonight then tomorrow i get to go home and snuggle with my pooch.

Good Morning Vegas!

Whats worse getting woken up by that terrible tap, tap, tap of housekeepings keys on your door because you forgot to put out your "no moleste" sign, or the phone ringing to wake you with the automated message of "pay your god-damned cell bill or get shut off" oopise did i forget to pay that one? silly me...

I say the tap, tap, tap of the maid key is worse only because thats what woke my ass up this morning, the automated cell call was a close second.

I stayed up late drinking red wine and playing video poker... yes i know but i dont know how to play REAL poker. So video poker it was. My video poker companion hit a royal flush it was a big pay out for a 10 cent bet ;) i on the other had did NOT hit a royal flush... oh well we cant all be winners. I lived vicariously though him for the moment and made him take a picture of it with his camera phone.

Then i went on to lose a few bucks on the "That Girl" slot machine. Its a fact that i only play slots that are real things. Ie. Monopoly, I Dream Of Jeanie, Deal Or No Deal, The Village People its gotta be based on something real. You get the picture. It's a little gambling superstition of mine. I couldn't believe it when i saw for the first time the "that girl" slot.. i was tickled pink. I shit you not, "That Girl" Ann Marie herself, Miss Marlo Thomas, Phil Donahue's ball and chain has her own nickel slot. So i wonder what kinda licensing agreement she made for that one. That's something to put on the resume huh... Actress, writer, activist and now slot machine persona!

Gotta love Vegas... and That Girl!

Lady luck please let the dice stay hot

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 to head back out to Nevada to party and play .

Its also CES week and AEE/AVN weekend so the entire adult indrusty is in Vegas to whoop it up. I'm hoping to make out with at least one hot porn star, gamble a little and make a fist full of cash.

cross your fingers for me ;)

I've fallen and i cant get up!

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 was the cheapest one that had available. It included a paraffin wax dip. my feet were never so smooth and my red polish with flowers on the big toes impeccable.

it was all fine and dandy and i was feeling grand until i took a nose dive in the shower. Yep i slipped and fell in the shower like a spaz. it wasn't really my fault it was extra slick and i guess they forgot to dry that one out. I hurt my lower back, slammed my head against the tile wall and screwed up my foot. I managed to only damage my new 55 buck pedicure a tiny bit. Man what a mess. I had to fill out an accident report, and i got dizzy and almost passed out.

I limped home with apologies from the spa manager, my sore back, foot and a bump on my head. well it wasn't exactly how i wanted to end my day at the spa but hey sometimes life is grand and sometimes you just slip and fall in the shower.

Now i have to run off to the salon and get my hair did by my Russian ladies, they are the best they make my wavy hair straight as can be and dye it the perfect shade of black cherry. I hope i don't slip and fall in the hair salon.. that would suck balls.

Jenny :)

Don't buy a single vote more than is necessary...

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 Valley Girl is fashion oriented!

You only have until 10:00 PM Eastern Standard Time (GMT-5) on Friday, January 11, 2008 to Nominate me! I'm not going to let this drop please expect me to be begging for your vote for the next few days. I can be quite persuasive when i want something .. trust me just give in early and vote. It will be easier on all of us :D

so what are you waitin' for Hurry, Hurry!!

Love is unconditional, relationships are not.

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.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

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. I have to get up early tomorrow. I have to be out of the house and over to the west side awake, alert, refreshed, charming and sexy to knock the socks off a gentleman caller bright and early. So with no alarm click whats a girl to do? i know get a friend to wake my ass up with a wake up call. So i sent an email to one sexy dude ( i have yet to hear back) and then i asked another cutie pie friend to call me in the AM to wake me up. so i have hedged my bets with the wake up calls... i hope one of them comes though for yours truly or the sleep gods take pity on me and magically wake me up in time. Maybe i should do a naked voodoo dance i hear those work :)

Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne

I love the bubbles in champagne. I want them to tickle my nose as they are tickling my fancy. This new years eve i settled into bed with my cozy new bedding and popped the cork on a bottle of "Sofia" no i didn't go for the fancy pink cans. This wasn't a party by the pool. This was an out with the old and in with the new year and no new year can be complete with out a bottle of champagne, a midnight kiss and a little reflection.

I reflected just enough to know i didn't want to reflect anymore and the stroke of midnight i smooched my epileptic pooch and finished off the bottle of tasty "Sofia, blanc de blanc" all on my own. Was it a happy new year? it wasn't an unhappy one, i guess that will have to be enough for me for right now.


“Champagne is the only wine that leaves a woman beautiful after drinking it.”