So the after fucking Halloween party I was at last night totally fucking kicked ass. Thorne? Well she usually throws these parties once a year with a live DJ and all. I got wicked fucked up. There was this dude there that kept counting how many times I used the word fuck in a sentence. If you ask me he was too fucking worried about what I was up to.
So then this gay dude kept walking by me and grabbing my ass. At one point in the night he tackled me on the dining room floor and we fought for awhile. I got some pictures of my best girl's best friend being all flirty and laying all over some dude. Which was cool since I have a camera phone and now have some blackmail pics next time she decides to be a fucking shit to me.
I danced for about and hour and a half straight to shit like Ministry, Skinny Puppy and Sisters of Mercy. I don't really dig on that Goth shit but I fucking dig on dancing to it, Matt didn't have any Pantera.
Matt is the Weatherman for the station out here. It is pretty fucking wild to see him in a shirt and tie on TV and then see him out with a NIN shirt and large black boots when we are partying.
It was a good night, I was all fucked up. Never made it to the bedroom. I just passed out on the couch. I went to the bookstore and bought Jenna Jameson's biography, " HOW TO MAKE LOVE TO A PORN STAR". I am really just intersted to know the progression that it takes a fucker to be able to fuck on film. I mean, I sort of fucking get it. I like to watch fuckers having sex and I like to be watched, But with a whole film crew? Well, I don't know if I could go there.
I was whipped several times by wanna be Dominatrixs at the party, not quite vicious enough if you ask me.
So fucking anyway, I'm done............L8er.............AJ