How to be a Hooker

Tomorrow I am learning how to be a murderous, drug-dealing prostitute. That'll be fun.

It is unfortunately alot more innocent than I would like it to be. It's my friend JJ's film studies film. I'm a hooker who fights her boyfriend, smashes a a chair over his head and consequently kills him. I leave the house and swap an envelope of cash for a packet of cocaine then walk towards the camera in a dramatic way. It's all about clever editing. I'm reallly looking forward to it. Mainly because I get to dress like a whore (and then march through town), but also abit because the guy I kill looks set to be Marcus. I find that amusing.

I'm a little unsure what to wear as a hooker, which I guess is ironic. I have, after all, had 17 years practice and my warderobe is not exactly conservative. Today at work, which was busy but dull, I kept thinking about Sara. She makes my stomach do backwards flips. I wish I could do backwards flips.