i've had an extended weekend. lot's of celebrating shall we say.
my girlfriends and i have reunited the past few days, because everyone is now home from school or has graduated.
we've been wreaking havoc on the island. smoking up every couple of hours. drinking so much, we've developed superhuman tolerance. dancing, not because it's fun, but because the music just fills us up and makes us sway, like those little hula dancers on dashboards. we've managed to swindle drinks out of men with pretty faces, big smiles, charming personalities. and with that package, we swindle our way in and out of many things.
and then i had responsibilities.
yeah, i had to come home and take care of a few things.
the girls went out, but i had no way of getting back there, and cab fare is just off the hook. considering that i haven't been working much, because.. oh i don't know... cheapy boss?
so that i'm broke.. i have to put my swindle package to work.
mike and i have been on extremely good terms. somehow i've disregarded the fact that he could be the next unibomber(sp).
all because i had this discussion with my cousin, whose gotten into all sorts of trouble, breaking all kinds of laws, and whatnot.
he says to me, "yeah, but that was six years ago.. people change alot in that amount of time.."
he had a point. he changed.
so.. yeah... and i've put all that firearms and shit in the back of my mind.
so to get back on track. i gave the boy a call. you might as well call it a booty call. all though in my head, i convince myself it is not.
i walk out looking like ass, and he finds my phenomenally hot. can't explain it.
all that cuddling and laughing and peanut butter sandwiches and sex. it was great.
and then i houdinied at 4:30am.
he wanted to take me home in the morning considering he had to be up in an hour for work. not happening.
mike gave me a slight guilt trip about never staying for breakfast.
my response was that there's something skeevy about spending the night.. only to get back into the funked out clothes you wore the night before, and face the morning with no toothbrush in hand.
he agreed.
then he told me i should keep some things there. toiletries of the sort.
i did something of the twitching puzzled effect.
it threw me off.
so i showed up at his place with no toothbrush.
i can't bring myself to do it.
.................................
i have issues. relationship issues. phobias.
nothing i'm really concerned about actually. atleast not right now.
10:56 p.m. - 2001-06-13
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