Oh shit, another RahRah post where she talks about a new boyfriend?
Yes, yes I know. It's a little ridiculous. But this one is different. You know why? Because he's not a DICK. (AND, Dryad, Jhay and Margate have all met him and can attest to it). He's a raver, and I like him a lot. He wants to take me to a rave. We'll see what happens. His nickname is Tripp, so that's what I'm going to call him when referencing him here, because it's been determined that nicknames are fun.
I called in to work on Friday. And though I was actually sick, I was also in bed with Tripp when I called my boss to say I wasn't coming in. And I also had sex shortly thereafter. (hey man, sex is good for the immune system.) I stayed in bed with him for most of the weekend, actually. We get very little accomplished when we're together. But so far it seems to not really be a big deal, besides me needing to do a whole lot of laundry still. I worked at coney Friday night, it was boring as shit and I didn't make any money. Tripp called in "sick" Saturday night and left me to work at coney without him and we were fucking slammed. And he went to a rave. Sunday morning I met a couple more of his friends. His best friend is a lesbian and she kept staring at my ass, which doesn't bother me, I'm pretty used to it, but he kept catching her and calling her out on it. It was kinda funny, actually. Then yesterday my back was killing me so I stayed in bed all day again, and then by the time I got up and my back didn't hurt anymore, it was like 1am and once again, we accomplished nothing for the day. But I had lots and lots of sex this weekend, and it made me really happy. For real. And I like Tripp a lot. Moreso than I liked Fuck Face or his best friend at any point. So yay me.
And in other news...I SO don't want to be at work.
Oh, and if I haven't posted this already (my apologies if I have), this is me, Tripp, and my girl Mandy at Mardi Gras (I love this picture).
Yes, yes I know. It's a little ridiculous. But this one is different. You know why? Because he's not a DICK. (AND, Dryad, Jhay and Margate have all met him and can attest to it). He's a raver, and I like him a lot. He wants to take me to a rave. We'll see what happens. His nickname is Tripp, so that's what I'm going to call him when referencing him here, because it's been determined that nicknames are fun.
I called in to work on Friday. And though I was actually sick, I was also in bed with Tripp when I called my boss to say I wasn't coming in. And I also had sex shortly thereafter. (hey man, sex is good for the immune system.) I stayed in bed with him for most of the weekend, actually. We get very little accomplished when we're together. But so far it seems to not really be a big deal, besides me needing to do a whole lot of laundry still. I worked at coney Friday night, it was boring as shit and I didn't make any money. Tripp called in "sick" Saturday night and left me to work at coney without him and we were fucking slammed. And he went to a rave. Sunday morning I met a couple more of his friends. His best friend is a lesbian and she kept staring at my ass, which doesn't bother me, I'm pretty used to it, but he kept catching her and calling her out on it. It was kinda funny, actually. Then yesterday my back was killing me so I stayed in bed all day again, and then by the time I got up and my back didn't hurt anymore, it was like 1am and once again, we accomplished nothing for the day. But I had lots and lots of sex this weekend, and it made me really happy. For real. And I like Tripp a lot. Moreso than I liked Fuck Face or his best friend at any point. So yay me.
And in other news...I SO don't want to be at work.
Oh, and if I haven't posted this already (my apologies if I have), this is me, Tripp, and my girl Mandy at Mardi Gras (I love this picture).
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I was going to stop by on Saturday and show you, but I didn't (obviously).