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My Secret Life As A Former Prostitute
Painful confession time. I watch Survivor. Religiously. I never miss one. If I’m going to be out on a Thursday night, I make sure to tape it. I realize that people are laughing at me as they read this and I don’t even care. My friends give me a hard time because if they happen to be over when it’s on I only allow them to talk during the commercials. I’m a Survivor Nazi. I haven’t decided who I’d like to win this season since it’s just started, but Brady the FBI agent is smoking hot. I hope he turns out to be a sweetie, too.
Parts of this blog are going to be published in an actual book. It’s an anthology of sex blogs. I’m psyched. More details to follow.
And ha, I just got an email from the producer of Montel William’s show. She wants me to call her at my earliest convenience. I can’t imagine. I don’t think it would be such a great thing for my anonyminity to be appearing on Montel. Maybe they’d let me go on in a big wig and huge sunglasses and use one of those machines to disguise my voice. Somehow I doubt it though.