I think I was in 7th grade when I first discovered Lara Croft. She was everything I wanted to be. Big fucking titties, killer fucking body, tough as nails. And British. And rich. I used to play the shit out of those games. I would even get on the internet, say I was 16 and make up a bunch of shit to people in chat rooms based on Lara's statistics. Rich daddy, manor in Surrey, et cetera. So anyway, I went to best buy the yesterday for a cord, saw this new Tomb Raider game, for the PC. So I bought it. Legend, or something. But anyway, I'm fucking stuck on the first DAMN LEVEL. I have no idea where to go. I've collected two bronze statues and I've run around in the same area for about 45 minutes now. So... confused.
My new apartment is awesome. Got enough room to put the rats in the hallway closet. And everytime you walk by you get knocked over by stench. But at least they're in the closet. I'm done wif skooooo, mufuggazZ. Yeaaaayuh.
This weird little chinese guy comes into the tattoo shop sometimes. He calls himself Pam. He speaks no english. He was in there the other day and he took my palm, looked at it and says, "too much money." I dunno what it means, but I took it as a compliment and a sign of, well...money. And I don't love anything....quite as much...as I love....money. Mmmm...money.
I recieved some highly shocking, disturbing news about the man of my dreams last night. I'm okay with it, though. Can't. Fucking. Wait. I see Nine Inch Nails, Bauhaus, and Peaches in June. And of course, AFI in July. Haaaa....yeah. Like I said, can't fucking wait. Did I mention there's a pool that comes with my new apartment? Swimming is good.
My hair has been black for four years. Sunday night Rigormortis and I ghettoed it up and broke out the tinfoil and bleach. We sat around for like...I dunno. 5 hours, doing NOTHING. Bleaching hair, smoking, checking hair, smoking, dying hair, going to drugstore, smoking, loafing, lounging. You know...Romans. So now my hair has some carmel looking shit in it. You know, chunks. Not streaks. I'm not really sure if I dig or not. I'm awful fond of the black. But I plan on keeping this around for at least a little while. I'd post some hilarious pictures but my god damned internet doesn't work. Those assholes better show up today and fix it or I might...do something. Something crazy. I'm on Rigormortis's computer. She's at work. She leaves early in the morning. Which means that I'm running around the place topless for the first 3 or so hours of my day. It's something I could get used to. But it also means that I am bored and friendless for the rest of the day.
No good. I think I will go find some way to amuse myself.
My new apartment is awesome. Got enough room to put the rats in the hallway closet. And everytime you walk by you get knocked over by stench. But at least they're in the closet. I'm done wif skooooo, mufuggazZ. Yeaaaayuh.
This weird little chinese guy comes into the tattoo shop sometimes. He calls himself Pam. He speaks no english. He was in there the other day and he took my palm, looked at it and says, "too much money." I dunno what it means, but I took it as a compliment and a sign of, well...money. And I don't love anything....quite as much...as I love....money. Mmmm...money.
I recieved some highly shocking, disturbing news about the man of my dreams last night. I'm okay with it, though. Can't. Fucking. Wait. I see Nine Inch Nails, Bauhaus, and Peaches in June. And of course, AFI in July. Haaaa....yeah. Like I said, can't fucking wait. Did I mention there's a pool that comes with my new apartment? Swimming is good.
My hair has been black for four years. Sunday night Rigormortis and I ghettoed it up and broke out the tinfoil and bleach. We sat around for like...I dunno. 5 hours, doing NOTHING. Bleaching hair, smoking, checking hair, smoking, dying hair, going to drugstore, smoking, loafing, lounging. You know...Romans. So now my hair has some carmel looking shit in it. You know, chunks. Not streaks. I'm not really sure if I dig or not. I'm awful fond of the black. But I plan on keeping this around for at least a little while. I'd post some hilarious pictures but my god damned internet doesn't work. Those assholes better show up today and fix it or I might...do something. Something crazy. I'm on Rigormortis's computer. She's at work. She leaves early in the morning. Which means that I'm running around the place topless for the first 3 or so hours of my day. It's something I could get used to. But it also means that I am bored and friendless for the rest of the day.
No good. I think I will go find some way to amuse myself.
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[Edited on May 18, 2006 9:25AM]
My first real and willing encounter was when I was fifteen. It was with my second girlfriend but we weren't going out when it happened. Basically, we were at a party, I had gotten drunk, she lead me to a bedroom, we had sex, and she left. The next day, I get a random phone call from the girl and it turns out she wants to see me. She was seventeen which was odd but said I had "hope" when it came to sex. I don't want to get that far into it though.