Fuckin' Clients!

I'm drunk. I'll probably be furious at myself when I read this tomorrow but honestly I am so sick of my clients. Or not my clients, but the men in their lives. fucking white fucking bastards who muscle in on aboriginal women cos they see someone they can control so they do. I had the whole child-molesting lot of them.

It's Christmas time and lots of christmas parties. I'm too drunk to drive and it's pouring with rain out there. I just wan to go home and cuddle something. Or maybe I want to cuddle Anne. Or maybe I want to pick up some random miner and have rough selfish sex with him. Sounds good. But nothing will come of it. I'm a good catholic girl (even if I've hicoughing like a sailor)