wow, last night was crazy.
i got drunk and went to the sage francis and e&a show. the show itself wasn't very good, but it was very educational... and i registered to vote! yay!
so, i figured out e&a's performance success strategy. got it recorded.
i learned a bit about myself. a lot. i went into little girl mode at one point... it was interesting.
i left the show early, during sage's performance. this guy outside named ernie started putting little umbrellas in my hair.. it was cute.
speaking of cute, i met this guy named joe on the train... wow, he was hot. we talked for a minute and he walked my homie and i to my door. i should've just fucked him and gotten it over with... he wanted it kinda badly. but that was that... it uplifted the depressed part of my night a bit.
then we went and smoked some fucking herbals... another funny story; my drug dealer lives right next to the metro (show venue) and i happened to see him walking around upstairs as i was sitting outside being laced with umbrellas. i wasn't stalking him! well, maybe a little. it was a sick coincidence, but he didn't seem to mind.
it's all good... my sense of self and the expressive inclinations i have to match it have been replenished.
now i want to go fuck the waitor from the chicago diner. damn, fuck. that's all that's on my mind. at this point, i'm a bit too sexually repressed.. a few guys can melt me into a little puddle of girl; i guess that's all i really want... so i should just stop waiting for someone to do it to me, and do it my damn self.
"i'm meeeeeellllllllltiiiiing"
i got drunk and went to the sage francis and e&a show. the show itself wasn't very good, but it was very educational... and i registered to vote! yay!
so, i figured out e&a's performance success strategy. got it recorded.
i learned a bit about myself. a lot. i went into little girl mode at one point... it was interesting.
i left the show early, during sage's performance. this guy outside named ernie started putting little umbrellas in my hair.. it was cute.
speaking of cute, i met this guy named joe on the train... wow, he was hot. we talked for a minute and he walked my homie and i to my door. i should've just fucked him and gotten it over with... he wanted it kinda badly. but that was that... it uplifted the depressed part of my night a bit.
then we went and smoked some fucking herbals... another funny story; my drug dealer lives right next to the metro (show venue) and i happened to see him walking around upstairs as i was sitting outside being laced with umbrellas. i wasn't stalking him! well, maybe a little. it was a sick coincidence, but he didn't seem to mind.
it's all good... my sense of self and the expressive inclinations i have to match it have been replenished.
now i want to go fuck the waitor from the chicago diner. damn, fuck. that's all that's on my mind. at this point, i'm a bit too sexually repressed.. a few guys can melt me into a little puddle of girl; i guess that's all i really want... so i should just stop waiting for someone to do it to me, and do it my damn self.
"i'm meeeeeellllllllltiiiiing"
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Sounds like a great night.
I agree with "getting some",damn it's been a minute!