Good song, this one is:
Pain- Three Day's Grace
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
You're sick of feeling numb
You're not the only one
I'll take you by the hand
And I'll show you a world that you can understand
This life is filled with hurt
When happiness doesn't work
Trust me and take my hand
When the lights go out you will understand
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Anger and agony
Are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan
When the lights go off you will understand
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing
Rather feel pain
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you're wounded
You know (You know you know you know you know)
That I'm here to save you
You know (You know you know you know you know)
I'm always here for you
I know (I know I know I know I know)
That you'll thank me later
Pain, without love
Pain, can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Pain, without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain than nothing at all
Rather feel pain
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Rant.
So this is a rant. If you don't like reading them, then you should likely stop reading. Also, sorry bout saying i'd post and then not doing it. Writer's block, then being forced to write a 2000 word report kinda took all my desire to write away. Anyways. Yea. Gotta get this outta my system before I kill someone.
For the past I don't know how long, my roommate's boyfriend Paul has been living with us. I was fine with that at first, he'd go home all the time to shower etc., but he's slowly been moving in. First he brought an overnight bag. This would sit on our living room floor in the corner out of everyone's way, so I was fine with that too. Then he started leaving his clothes on the floor. Especially old stinky socks. I don't appreciate that at all, but I let it slide. Then he brought over a proper duffel bag. It sat in the same place as his overnight bag used to sit. Then it started to get left open, and clothes would migrate out of it onto our floor.
This was about the time that he started eating a lot of food. Before he'd eat some, but would politely leave food so that I'd have leftovers I could use for my lunches, because I can't afford to buy food anymore. Now, he usually finishes off whatever is made, no matter how much is there. A week ago I made a huge pot of chili which would feed my entire family for half a week easily. He and my roommate had it gone within 12 hours, and I only got a small plate of it. That really ticked me off, because I'd told both of them I wanted to use it for my lunch for the rest of the week.
Some time last week, Paul brought over weight lifting equipment. Just some little things, nothing big, but he always leaves it parked in the middle of the living room floor, so you have to go around it. Earlier this week, he brought over his hockey duffel bag. This thing is huge. You could easily fit a full grown man inside this thing. Guess where it is... Yep. In the middle of the living room floor. On top of that, his clothing is all over. Even his deodorant and crap is all over the place.
I just went out there and it looks like we've got a squatter living in our living room. There are clothes laying about and equipment everywhere. There's magazines and newspapers piled on the coffee table, and even the floor. Random blankets on the floor. Everything. It's a huge mess. I've mentioned it to my roommate, but she's done nothing about it.
There's no excuse for this. My roommate's room is considerably larger than mine, and yet when my boyfriend was staying with us, all of his stuff stayed in my room. She could keep her bf's stuff in her room, but she doesn't. I've even tried moving his crap into her room when they're both not here, but it just moves right back to where it was. If I could, I'd be kicking her out very soon. This has been going on too long. Not only does her bf stay here all the time, he eats our food, and makes my life unpleasant, yet all he does for us is put gas in her car (which never moves), and occasionally buys himself Coke or something. A couple of weeks ago he polished off four cases of coke I'd bought for myself without an apology. He'd even found the coke I'd hidden behind some rotten stuff in the fridge.
I'm thinking I'm going to talk to him tomorrow about cleaning his junk up and moving it to my rm's room, because I shouldn't have to live in a pig sty just because she doesn't mind it. Another peeve? She never ever takes the garbage to the dumpster, which is behind the house beside us. Instead she piles it just outside my window, where I'm sure it will get very ripe once it warms up some more. The only time the garbage actually gets to the dumpster is when I do it myself. Her bf has helped me once cuz I basically gave him no choice in the matter, and that's about all the help he's ever done around here.
Oh, and one other thing. During the winter when it was really cold out, she needed to plug her car in to be able to start it in the morning. She only had a tiny extension cord, so she borrowed one of mine without asking. This was in January. It sat outside on the ground, just asking to be stolen, until I picked it up on Sunday, after asking her more than once to put it away.
I could continue on like this for pages. I can hardly wait until she's gone. The moral of this story? Don't just go with random roommates. Not a good idea. Next place I get may just be for me, especially if I don't know how my potential roommate likes to live, whether they're white trash or not. It will cost me an arm and a leg, and result in me putting a lot of hours into working, but anything is better than what I have to put up with on a daily basis. Oh, and I'm certainly going to be paying the whole damage deposit, so that if I have to, I'll have the leverage to get rid of an unpleasant roommate.
For the past I don't know how long, my roommate's boyfriend Paul has been living with us. I was fine with that at first, he'd go home all the time to shower etc., but he's slowly been moving in. First he brought an overnight bag. This would sit on our living room floor in the corner out of everyone's way, so I was fine with that too. Then he started leaving his clothes on the floor. Especially old stinky socks. I don't appreciate that at all, but I let it slide. Then he brought over a proper duffel bag. It sat in the same place as his overnight bag used to sit. Then it started to get left open, and clothes would migrate out of it onto our floor.
This was about the time that he started eating a lot of food. Before he'd eat some, but would politely leave food so that I'd have leftovers I could use for my lunches, because I can't afford to buy food anymore. Now, he usually finishes off whatever is made, no matter how much is there. A week ago I made a huge pot of chili which would feed my entire family for half a week easily. He and my roommate had it gone within 12 hours, and I only got a small plate of it. That really ticked me off, because I'd told both of them I wanted to use it for my lunch for the rest of the week.
Some time last week, Paul brought over weight lifting equipment. Just some little things, nothing big, but he always leaves it parked in the middle of the living room floor, so you have to go around it. Earlier this week, he brought over his hockey duffel bag. This thing is huge. You could easily fit a full grown man inside this thing. Guess where it is... Yep. In the middle of the living room floor. On top of that, his clothing is all over. Even his deodorant and crap is all over the place.
I just went out there and it looks like we've got a squatter living in our living room. There are clothes laying about and equipment everywhere. There's magazines and newspapers piled on the coffee table, and even the floor. Random blankets on the floor. Everything. It's a huge mess. I've mentioned it to my roommate, but she's done nothing about it.
There's no excuse for this. My roommate's room is considerably larger than mine, and yet when my boyfriend was staying with us, all of his stuff stayed in my room. She could keep her bf's stuff in her room, but she doesn't. I've even tried moving his crap into her room when they're both not here, but it just moves right back to where it was. If I could, I'd be kicking her out very soon. This has been going on too long. Not only does her bf stay here all the time, he eats our food, and makes my life unpleasant, yet all he does for us is put gas in her car (which never moves), and occasionally buys himself Coke or something. A couple of weeks ago he polished off four cases of coke I'd bought for myself without an apology. He'd even found the coke I'd hidden behind some rotten stuff in the fridge.
I'm thinking I'm going to talk to him tomorrow about cleaning his junk up and moving it to my rm's room, because I shouldn't have to live in a pig sty just because she doesn't mind it. Another peeve? She never ever takes the garbage to the dumpster, which is behind the house beside us. Instead she piles it just outside my window, where I'm sure it will get very ripe once it warms up some more. The only time the garbage actually gets to the dumpster is when I do it myself. Her bf has helped me once cuz I basically gave him no choice in the matter, and that's about all the help he's ever done around here.
Oh, and one other thing. During the winter when it was really cold out, she needed to plug her car in to be able to start it in the morning. She only had a tiny extension cord, so she borrowed one of mine without asking. This was in January. It sat outside on the ground, just asking to be stolen, until I picked it up on Sunday, after asking her more than once to put it away.
I could continue on like this for pages. I can hardly wait until she's gone. The moral of this story? Don't just go with random roommates. Not a good idea. Next place I get may just be for me, especially if I don't know how my potential roommate likes to live, whether they're white trash or not. It will cost me an arm and a leg, and result in me putting a lot of hours into working, but anything is better than what I have to put up with on a daily basis. Oh, and I'm certainly going to be paying the whole damage deposit, so that if I have to, I'll have the leverage to get rid of an unpleasant roommate.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
Thursday...
Well, Thursday Sam and I planned to go to the bar once again. Things went according to schedule (for once!), and we got there just before the rush. And I mean just. Went upstairs cuz the place was empty, played two games of pool, and when i went back downstairs, the place was packed! It was crazy.
Now, there was only one problem with us going to the bar with every intention of getting plastered. We didn't have any money. Well, about $5 each. That doesn't go very far, unfortunately. We still got wasted. We just had to work for our booze. It's surprising how many drinks talking will get you. We hung out mostly with one group of guys I've seen at the bar a lot. I hung out with Steve a bit too. He attempted to teach me how to two-step, but it didn't work out too well. I'd had way too many.
After the bar, Sam and I were outside, wondering what to do. We either had to wait for a taxi or get a ride home. It was then that I spotted Pascal, an old friend from my days in cadets. He's a year older than I am, we'd also been in karate together at one point, but I didn't really have a whole lot of interest in him before. He'd always been a really skinny guy, and I like my guys to be at least somewhat built. I suppose he had been somewhat interested in me at one point, I know he had flirted with me at times. Well, Pascal has filled out. Guess a couple of years on the rigs did it for him.
He didn't even recognize me at first. I guess I'm not exactly the same person I was last time we talked. I dress differently, do my hair differently, wear contacts, makeup, and I certainly act differently. I think the bar was the last place he expected to meet me. Oh, how things have changed.
Well, we got talking, and I found out he had no idea where he and his buddies were going either. Of course, we had been standing outside for about half an hour at this point, and he was hugging me because it was about -20C and I, being the smart person that I am, was wearing a short skirt. After much discussion, it was decided that everyone was going to his buddy's place, us included.
Well, five(!) of us packed into a cab and we went to the west end of the city somewhere. Sam disappeared somewhere or other with someone. Everyone kind of dispersed, leaving Pascal and I sitting on a couch alone. He admitted that I was way... More. Much more than what I had been when he had known me. Said that he'd never expected to see me at Houston's, never mind in the outfit I was in, with my hair colour such a bright red.
Somehow we ended up making out. Not sure how, things were pretty fuzzy. Some stuff I remember clearly, and other stuff... Not at all. Well, with both of us being very much under the influence, we were all over one another. After a while, his buddy reappeared to sleep on the other couch, because apparently his bed had been taken. Pascal and I just sort of sat there for a while, until snores could be heard from the other couch. Then we started with the making out again. Things got hotter, we got braver, all the while he told me how he'd never expected me to be like this. Clothes came off, I ended up losing everything but my skirt, and he mostly lost his pants. We were ready to take it to the next level, but he had a problem. He was too drunk to perform. I decided to help him out a bit, and got to work licking and sucking like I do best. Unfortunately, no amount of work could help him out enough that he was hard, so he told me he'd settle for returning the favour of what I'd done for him.
When we'd done fooling around, we cuddled up on the couch and fell asleep. At around 6 or so, more people appeared, the two guys that had been missing. They both ended up sprawling out on the floor. Their appearance woke Pascal up, and I guess he was feeling more sober than he had a few hours previous, because he was ready to try again.
This time, after I did some sucking, he was ready. Of course, we were on the couch with three other people in the room, but we were still drunk and really didn't care. Most, if not all, of them were asleep anyways. I hope. Well, we realized that we needed some privacy at least, so we moved to the storage room (we were all in the basement), where he sat me on the freezer (turns out he's pretty strong. Can lift me like I don't weigh anything). Now, he's not amazingly well-endowed, but more what I would say is just right. We changed positions, and each one felt good. More than good. And no discomfort whatsoever. Of course, as all good things must come to an end, so did this. When we'd cleaned up, we went back to our couch and went back to sleep.
By the time I'd gotten back to sleep, it was around 8am. We all slept until 11, when the cable guy came to replace a receiver in the living room. Pascal's friend's mom just kind of guided him around us. He found it pretty funny that there was five people randomly sprawled about the room. When he'd finished, we decided that it might actually be time to go home.
Sam, Pascal, and I got a ride to where he'd left his Jimmy the previous night, because it was fairly close to where we'd been (wherever that was...), and because he'd offered to take us home. Well, I gave him directions to where I live, and as he pulled into my driveway, he told me something surprising. He lives exactly five houses down the street from where I am. I told him that if he lives so close, he'd better visit. I really should have gotten his number off of him, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight. Oh well. Hopefully I'll see him some time fairly soon. Thursday night was a lot of fun.
Now, there was only one problem with us going to the bar with every intention of getting plastered. We didn't have any money. Well, about $5 each. That doesn't go very far, unfortunately. We still got wasted. We just had to work for our booze. It's surprising how many drinks talking will get you. We hung out mostly with one group of guys I've seen at the bar a lot. I hung out with Steve a bit too. He attempted to teach me how to two-step, but it didn't work out too well. I'd had way too many.
After the bar, Sam and I were outside, wondering what to do. We either had to wait for a taxi or get a ride home. It was then that I spotted Pascal, an old friend from my days in cadets. He's a year older than I am, we'd also been in karate together at one point, but I didn't really have a whole lot of interest in him before. He'd always been a really skinny guy, and I like my guys to be at least somewhat built. I suppose he had been somewhat interested in me at one point, I know he had flirted with me at times. Well, Pascal has filled out. Guess a couple of years on the rigs did it for him.
He didn't even recognize me at first. I guess I'm not exactly the same person I was last time we talked. I dress differently, do my hair differently, wear contacts, makeup, and I certainly act differently. I think the bar was the last place he expected to meet me. Oh, how things have changed.
Well, we got talking, and I found out he had no idea where he and his buddies were going either. Of course, we had been standing outside for about half an hour at this point, and he was hugging me because it was about -20C and I, being the smart person that I am, was wearing a short skirt. After much discussion, it was decided that everyone was going to his buddy's place, us included.
Well, five(!) of us packed into a cab and we went to the west end of the city somewhere. Sam disappeared somewhere or other with someone. Everyone kind of dispersed, leaving Pascal and I sitting on a couch alone. He admitted that I was way... More. Much more than what I had been when he had known me. Said that he'd never expected to see me at Houston's, never mind in the outfit I was in, with my hair colour such a bright red.
Somehow we ended up making out. Not sure how, things were pretty fuzzy. Some stuff I remember clearly, and other stuff... Not at all. Well, with both of us being very much under the influence, we were all over one another. After a while, his buddy reappeared to sleep on the other couch, because apparently his bed had been taken. Pascal and I just sort of sat there for a while, until snores could be heard from the other couch. Then we started with the making out again. Things got hotter, we got braver, all the while he told me how he'd never expected me to be like this. Clothes came off, I ended up losing everything but my skirt, and he mostly lost his pants. We were ready to take it to the next level, but he had a problem. He was too drunk to perform. I decided to help him out a bit, and got to work licking and sucking like I do best. Unfortunately, no amount of work could help him out enough that he was hard, so he told me he'd settle for returning the favour of what I'd done for him.
When we'd done fooling around, we cuddled up on the couch and fell asleep. At around 6 or so, more people appeared, the two guys that had been missing. They both ended up sprawling out on the floor. Their appearance woke Pascal up, and I guess he was feeling more sober than he had a few hours previous, because he was ready to try again.
This time, after I did some sucking, he was ready. Of course, we were on the couch with three other people in the room, but we were still drunk and really didn't care. Most, if not all, of them were asleep anyways. I hope. Well, we realized that we needed some privacy at least, so we moved to the storage room (we were all in the basement), where he sat me on the freezer (turns out he's pretty strong. Can lift me like I don't weigh anything). Now, he's not amazingly well-endowed, but more what I would say is just right. We changed positions, and each one felt good. More than good. And no discomfort whatsoever. Of course, as all good things must come to an end, so did this. When we'd cleaned up, we went back to our couch and went back to sleep.
By the time I'd gotten back to sleep, it was around 8am. We all slept until 11, when the cable guy came to replace a receiver in the living room. Pascal's friend's mom just kind of guided him around us. He found it pretty funny that there was five people randomly sprawled about the room. When he'd finished, we decided that it might actually be time to go home.
Sam, Pascal, and I got a ride to where he'd left his Jimmy the previous night, because it was fairly close to where we'd been (wherever that was...), and because he'd offered to take us home. Well, I gave him directions to where I live, and as he pulled into my driveway, he told me something surprising. He lives exactly five houses down the street from where I am. I told him that if he lives so close, he'd better visit. I really should have gotten his number off of him, but I wasn't exactly thinking straight. Oh well. Hopefully I'll see him some time fairly soon. Thursday night was a lot of fun.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
So this one night...
Well, yesterday I promised I'd fill you in on what happened. The thing is... What didn't happen? Oh, it started off innocently enough. On second thought... No, it didn't. This was a booty call, pure and simple. We planned to watch a movie or two, yes, but we also had other things planned. We'd been exchanging text messages via our cells and messenger all day. What about? Well, you're about to find out.
When he finally got here after work, it was already after 10. He'd taken time to clean up a bit, I guess, but he doesn't have to do much to look good. Now, he'd said that it had been a while since he'd gotten any, so I wasn't surprised when he was all over me almost the moment he was inside. Another thing he'd mentioned was the fact that he'd very much doubted I'd be able to deep throat all of him. I'd just figured it was typical male bragging, after all, he's a fairly small guy, can't weigh a whole lot more than I do, and I've not seen many guys who could truthfully claim to be any bigger than mine. I'd said to him that I probably could.
Turns out I was wrong. Fuck, he's big. I'd thought Pete was big, sitting at around... 8 1/2", maybe a bit bigger, but Jorden... Wow. I'd say he's got close to two inches on Pete. A bit bigger around, too, and... Yea. Would really not expect it to look at him. Anyways, back on track here. He was begging me to give him head the moment he had gotten into the apartment. Poor guy was actually shaking. After a bit (not much), I agreed. He was right, couldn't take him all, even though I did try. He came in about 30 seconds flat, maybe a little less time.
After that, he was much more... Civil. We went into the living room and settled down to watch Accepted. Good movie. But this guy is insatiable. I think I sucked him off... 3 times? Maybe more, during the movie! Not that I'm complaining... It was fun. I enjoyed it almost as much as he did, I think. After the movie, he wanted to come see what my computer was like... Yes, he's a gamer.
He was impressed with the computer. A little jealous, too, methinks. Likes my taste in music, as well. We sat in here talking about all sorts of things, and ended up having yet more fun. The discussion inevitably turned to sex, and he told me he wasn't very experienced, and had only done it in the missionary position. I changed that for him. He got a little girl-on-top action, then we switched around to missionary. His inexperience did show through, though. I think I should make it a personal mission to change that. I finished him off by sucking him off (again!!!), and he went back to playing on my computer.
I, of course, didn't bother to put any clothing on, because nakedness happens to be my favorite state, which is likely why he requested one more time. I sucked his cock one last time, at which point it was time for him to go (3am, and he lives with his family yet...), so off he went, intentionally leaving his dvd's behind. He asked if we could do this another time, and I told him it was fairly likely, but I couldn't make any promises.
Well, that was a fun night. I may have to repeat it some day, but for now, I must go back home, as it's spring break, and I don't want to stay here in the city any longer. I'm heading back to my guy, where I can get as much sex as I can con him into giving me. At this point, I want it so bad I can barely type. It's going to be a long drive home.
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When he finally got here after work, it was already after 10. He'd taken time to clean up a bit, I guess, but he doesn't have to do much to look good. Now, he'd said that it had been a while since he'd gotten any, so I wasn't surprised when he was all over me almost the moment he was inside. Another thing he'd mentioned was the fact that he'd very much doubted I'd be able to deep throat all of him. I'd just figured it was typical male bragging, after all, he's a fairly small guy, can't weigh a whole lot more than I do, and I've not seen many guys who could truthfully claim to be any bigger than mine. I'd said to him that I probably could.
Turns out I was wrong. Fuck, he's big. I'd thought Pete was big, sitting at around... 8 1/2", maybe a bit bigger, but Jorden... Wow. I'd say he's got close to two inches on Pete. A bit bigger around, too, and... Yea. Would really not expect it to look at him. Anyways, back on track here. He was begging me to give him head the moment he had gotten into the apartment. Poor guy was actually shaking. After a bit (not much), I agreed. He was right, couldn't take him all, even though I did try. He came in about 30 seconds flat, maybe a little less time.
After that, he was much more... Civil. We went into the living room and settled down to watch Accepted. Good movie. But this guy is insatiable. I think I sucked him off... 3 times? Maybe more, during the movie! Not that I'm complaining... It was fun. I enjoyed it almost as much as he did, I think. After the movie, he wanted to come see what my computer was like... Yes, he's a gamer.
He was impressed with the computer. A little jealous, too, methinks. Likes my taste in music, as well. We sat in here talking about all sorts of things, and ended up having yet more fun. The discussion inevitably turned to sex, and he told me he wasn't very experienced, and had only done it in the missionary position. I changed that for him. He got a little girl-on-top action, then we switched around to missionary. His inexperience did show through, though. I think I should make it a personal mission to change that. I finished him off by sucking him off (again!!!), and he went back to playing on my computer.
I, of course, didn't bother to put any clothing on, because nakedness happens to be my favorite state, which is likely why he requested one more time. I sucked his cock one last time, at which point it was time for him to go (3am, and he lives with his family yet...), so off he went, intentionally leaving his dvd's behind. He asked if we could do this another time, and I told him it was fairly likely, but I couldn't make any promises.
Well, that was a fun night. I may have to repeat it some day, but for now, I must go back home, as it's spring break, and I don't want to stay here in the city any longer. I'm heading back to my guy, where I can get as much sex as I can con him into giving me. At this point, I want it so bad I can barely type. It's going to be a long drive home.
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Friday, March 02, 2007
Ugh.
Well. That was a bad, stupid night last night. I'd been planning to go to the bar with my cousin, Sam. Thing is, she lives out in the boonies, so I had to go pick her up. This in itself wouldn't be bad, but we've gotten about a foot of snow in the past week, and the road crews hadn't cleared any of the gravel roads yet. So I had... I think... 5 miles of at least bumper-deep snow to plough thru. Good thing a truck had gone thru a while before me. Almost got stuck many, many times. Did get stuck twice. Glad I got my friend Andrew to come with me. He was a great help. I think I now owe him a few drinks, lol.
When we finally made it back to the city, I got ready and Sam and I went to Houston's. They've finally recovered the pool tables, which was nice. Got myself a pool table, taught Sam how to play. Played against Reuben and Myles a couple of times. Then they left and some old guys kept playing pool with us and hitting on us. But they bought us drinks, and even gave paid up when we won. Strange, yes, but oh well.
We got tired of that (old men hitting on us, hello! they're old enough to be our fathers!), and went down to do some real drinking. We were already tanked by that point, lol. We went for a shot (called a blow job), then went on a short bathroom run, where i broke off one of my heels from my orange stiletto racer boots. Good thing I just bought another pair. Well, we all decided we wanted to dance (Sam and a couple of her friends were with me), but I had a problem. So I broke off the other heel. Yes, I was very drunk.
We were dancing, and the the brother of the guy who Sam was dancing came and joined us. Name of... Tyson. Yes. Well, started dancing with me. Dirty dancing style. Hands everywhere. Lol. I let him, just because I could, and nobody that both Pete and I know was there. I know a few people got a bit more of a view than I would ever normally allow (yes, I was wearing a skirt, silly me). But he complimented me on my dancing, lol. When they announced last call, we went for another shot, then went to the bar for some more mixed drinks. I got two doubles, but as soon as i had my first sip, I realized I had a problem. Those shots made me ill. Very ill. But whiskey makes a good mouthwash in a pinch. Wish I'd never had to find that out. A day later I still feel miserable, and I never get hangovers like that.
Anyways, when I was feeling better, I went out to figure out where everyone else was, they were supposed to be dancing. One of the old guys tried to get me to dance. Then this guy, Dustin, came up to me and asked me. I said to the old guy I'd known Dustin for years (okay, so I've seen him around alot, what's the diff?), so I went and danced with him. Ended up making out with him on the dancefloor! It was the last dance anyways. Got his number. He's actually the military type (can't remember if he's in the reserves or reg forces), but he gave me his number after I wouldn't give him mine. Wouldn't give up, but it was ok, he was good looking, lol. Made out with him a couple more times, once waiting outside for a cab to show up. Five of us (Sam, her friend, some guy they knew, Evan, and I) went to Tyson's place. Don't ask where it was, because I don't know.
Sam and her boy toy disappeared for a while, and I half passed out on the couch. A couple of hours later, Tyson gave us a ride home. Sam decided she wasn't satisfied with the one guy, so Evan came home with us. For some reason, I made out with Tyson real quick before he left. Don't ask why, I could not tell you.
Sam and I stayed up talking for a little while, and I decided to go to bed. 5am was the time. I noticed I'd gotten a message on msn, from Jorden, the guy who's friends with my classmate Jon, and whose name I am constantly forgetting. Cute guy. Well, I sent him a message in reply before going to bed, apparently it was more than a little suggestive. He was online when I finally woke up (at 3pm), and after Sam left, I chatted with him for a while. I'm afraid that things will be interesting tonight, as after he finishes work, he's coming over to watch a movie or something. Oh well. I'll fill you in at a later time. Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.
When we finally made it back to the city, I got ready and Sam and I went to Houston's. They've finally recovered the pool tables, which was nice. Got myself a pool table, taught Sam how to play. Played against Reuben and Myles a couple of times. Then they left and some old guys kept playing pool with us and hitting on us. But they bought us drinks, and even gave paid up when we won. Strange, yes, but oh well.
We got tired of that (old men hitting on us, hello! they're old enough to be our fathers!), and went down to do some real drinking. We were already tanked by that point, lol. We went for a shot (called a blow job), then went on a short bathroom run, where i broke off one of my heels from my orange stiletto racer boots. Good thing I just bought another pair. Well, we all decided we wanted to dance (Sam and a couple of her friends were with me), but I had a problem. So I broke off the other heel. Yes, I was very drunk.
We were dancing, and the the brother of the guy who Sam was dancing came and joined us. Name of... Tyson. Yes. Well, started dancing with me. Dirty dancing style. Hands everywhere. Lol. I let him, just because I could, and nobody that both Pete and I know was there. I know a few people got a bit more of a view than I would ever normally allow (yes, I was wearing a skirt, silly me). But he complimented me on my dancing, lol. When they announced last call, we went for another shot, then went to the bar for some more mixed drinks. I got two doubles, but as soon as i had my first sip, I realized I had a problem. Those shots made me ill. Very ill. But whiskey makes a good mouthwash in a pinch. Wish I'd never had to find that out. A day later I still feel miserable, and I never get hangovers like that.
Anyways, when I was feeling better, I went out to figure out where everyone else was, they were supposed to be dancing. One of the old guys tried to get me to dance. Then this guy, Dustin, came up to me and asked me. I said to the old guy I'd known Dustin for years (okay, so I've seen him around alot, what's the diff?), so I went and danced with him. Ended up making out with him on the dancefloor! It was the last dance anyways. Got his number. He's actually the military type (can't remember if he's in the reserves or reg forces), but he gave me his number after I wouldn't give him mine. Wouldn't give up, but it was ok, he was good looking, lol. Made out with him a couple more times, once waiting outside for a cab to show up. Five of us (Sam, her friend, some guy they knew, Evan, and I) went to Tyson's place. Don't ask where it was, because I don't know.
Sam and her boy toy disappeared for a while, and I half passed out on the couch. A couple of hours later, Tyson gave us a ride home. Sam decided she wasn't satisfied with the one guy, so Evan came home with us. For some reason, I made out with Tyson real quick before he left. Don't ask why, I could not tell you.
Sam and I stayed up talking for a little while, and I decided to go to bed. 5am was the time. I noticed I'd gotten a message on msn, from Jorden, the guy who's friends with my classmate Jon, and whose name I am constantly forgetting. Cute guy. Well, I sent him a message in reply before going to bed, apparently it was more than a little suggestive. He was online when I finally woke up (at 3pm), and after Sam left, I chatted with him for a while. I'm afraid that things will be interesting tonight, as after he finishes work, he's coming over to watch a movie or something. Oh well. I'll fill you in at a later time. Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't do.
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