booterpops

I 've been going out quite fequently lately and I've come to a sobering realization. I'm old and I seriously get tuckered out before all the fun is over. I threw away all of my partiness in my misspent teens and now I regret it. I like these people better and I wish they were my friends when I was 15.

I made valentines last Tuesday and even mailed a couple of them out. I feel so industrious and I'm cool with the fact that I won't get much back from it. Really cool with it.

I went out with some other "friends" later in the week and that was just a bad scene that I prefer not to talk about here. I'll just say that we are no longer friends.

I went to a party last night and had a really good time. It was at a SGCO members house and tons of fun people came. I got flashed, spanked and involved in a really odd conversation about honesty, trust and relationships. I think my eyed glazed over because I've never been in a relationship and didn't have anything to contribute. I also got accused of giving someone a blowjob but I can promise that if I had we would have been in the garage wayyyy longer. I didn't get drunk but I also didn't get to bed until 5am so I'm massively sleepy. This is the origin of my statement in the beginning of this post.

I'm thinking of reorganizing my room but I'll have to get it clean first. I fucking hate folding clothes and I need more storage. I'll just have to see what comes of this compulsion.