Post by jackie on Dec 5, 2012 1:54:46 GMT -5
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[style=width:350px; font-family: josefin sans; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align:center; color: #000; line-height: 80%; text-transform: uppercase; padding-bottom: 5px;]JACQUELINE DOMIANO
CITIZEN. ERIN. MELANIE IGLESIAS. EXOTIC DANCER. EIGHTEEN. SPONTANEOUS. ADDICT. MISCHEVIOUS. HEARTBREAKER. NOT TRUSTING. FLIRTATIOUS.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,386,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width:130px; height: 200px; background-image: url(http://i1062.photobucket.com/albums/t483/chrissalicious/tumblr_mdnifqFgq71rlrrfko5_400-1.jpg);][/style] | [style=height: 180px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px;]"Hello, my name is Jackie. Technically, my name is Jacqueline Noelle Domiano, if you really want to know. I grew up with my mother and no father. Mom got pregnant and dad fled the state. Go figure, right? It's ok, though. It's old news, but my mom has had it really hard without him. She's been in and out of the mental hospital for suicidal attempts. It's been, well, it's been rough. She can't hold a job, she's involved with random men, and she is on and off drugs. I moved out when I was 16, when I became a dancer for the club called Christy's. Yes, exotic dancing. It really isn't as bad as people say--plus, I make some really nice money. No, they didn't just let some minor come in. I got a fake ID and they hired me. It's been two years now and so far I can pay rent and afford some... things on the side. I'm not taking after my mom, don't worry. There are only so many ways you can pay the bills. I actually quit once, but being a barista at some small cafe doesn't pay as well. And everywhere else... let's just say, I never finished high school, so how can I even try to go anywhere with my life? I do have things I want to do, but most days... I just have to focus on surviving. Hm. Let's see. I'm eighteen years old. I have a car and my own shitty little apartment on East 5th. Most days I sleep and most nights I work. My mom is currently in the hospital, so I visit her every week. After dropping out of high school, I lost most of my friends. I have been going to some college parties, and some might think I'm getting into the wrong crowd. But to be honest? I'm lonely. All I do is work and see my sick mom. What kind of life is that for an eighteen year old? I should be in college or at least doing something productive, ya know? But I'm here, doing what I need to. Oh, don't get me wrong... I have my fun. Plenty of guys around to play with, who usually bring some drugs to experiment with. Listen, sometimes I just need... a break. Ya know? Have I ever been in love? Yeah, yeah I have been. And I thought he loved me too... but, as usual, the girl fell and there was no one to catch her. His name was Rick. He'd come watch me dance, and he'd always request private dances. God, he was so attractive, and he had money too. He would let me dream of better things. But... [sigh] my dreams got too big. I found out I was pregnant, but I had this fantasy that he'd be happy and want to marry me and we'd live happily ever after. But when I told him, he told me about his wife. Then he disappeared. Never came back into the club, changed his phone number, everything. I couldn't have the baby without him, so... I had an abortion. That's the difference between me and my mom. I refused to raise a child like I was raised. And now? I promised myself to never fall for a man again. I won't be the weak one again." |
