Recently, I have been so discombobulated by thought that I feel like an absent minded professor. While tanning today, I realized I had put on a black Armani flip flop and a brown Roxy flip flop on the other foot. How could I not have noticed I had two different color flip flops on? The equation on where to work and when keeps running through my mind. The variables are endless. Never does a stripper get to take home all the money she makes. There are always fees, mandatory tip outs, and many expenses(ex. tanning, nails, toes, gas, gym, etc). In a sense my brown flip flop and my black flip flop represent the two worlds I flip flop in between: sugar versus stripping.