been thinkin' 'bout you so how can you sleep?
so thats pretty much what i look like now. except i put some clothes on. so last night i drank an entire bottle of rum
and passed out on the floor of my friends kitchen with my hair in some cat litter 
woke up and we took a car service home. i totally thought i was gonna puke. i love seeing other people puke but its not the same when i do it. the driver was making fast turns, speeding, cos it was only 6 in the morning. i always get car sick anyway. when i was little i got addicted to dramamine. but i managed to hold down the rum. now i'm starting to feel better.
***NEW ORLEANS, PLEASE BE OKAY***
gonna do some more work now. my agent has requested some chapters from my new book, Dirty Blonde and The Boomslangs
i got some emails from some of you guys wanting to read more of my book "Demonic" so here's some more from that. hope every1's having a good weekend. 
"The Boys of the Demonic Hermitage Kaleidoscope"
***Marhollow***
Did you see Family Guy last night? I asked Jesse. Normally all we watched was Conan OBrian. The first night we hung out we stayed up and watched that and got stoned. How lame. Even Jesse admitted it was lame.
Sorry, next time well blow up something, he told me that night, assuming that was my thing. I guess I came off that way, but I wasnt that bad, really.
Nooh shit, Jesses eyes landed on something directly in front of us. He tensed up, pushing himself up in the seat a little. Slowly his face grew terrified. I looked and saw Clydes van. Then I realized something else, something that terrified me as well.
Ill just keep driving, I said. I tried not to panic. If I panicked then Jesse would and then neither of us would be able to think clearly.
But its
I know who it is, Jesse. Just stay calm. Jesse listened to me, he always did. He slid down in the seat a bit. The van seemed to be picking up speed. I jerked to the left, spinning the car completely around and sped in the other direction. Jesse looked like a frightened child on a rollercoaster; a kid that didnt quite make the height requirements.
Shit, Mars, shit.
Please dont fucking panic now, Jesse. All I needed was him to start crying. I knew what they did to him under the bleachers, but if he started talking about it, or anything else for that matter, then I couldnt figure out what to do.
You have your gun? Please fuggin tell me you have your gun, he begged. I made a face. It was even more informative than saying, No. I left it back at the house. I should have brought it for Jesse but I left it for my brother. Besides all I could think about was all that airport security and going there with a fucking gun wasnt smart, even if I left it in the car.
You fuckin took that shit to church that time we had to go with your grandma and you dont have it on you now after the shit we pulled?
Jesse, Im about to get on a plane, why the fuck would I have a gun with me?
I checked in the rearview. The distance between us and the van had lessened. It wouldnt be long before they slammed into us. I sped up as much as possible; up to about ninety. That was as fast as this pile of shit could go. Trash flew up and hit the car. Normally Id notice the bumps of road kill but we were going too fast for even that now.
No, no, fuck. Fuck! Jesse slid down in the seat. The van was seconds away from rear ending us. I let myself down. I couldnt even bear to keep my eyes open anymore. I shut them and felt a sudden jerk as my car helplessly plunged forward. I opened them and saw nothing but the open road blurred by smoke. I think the car was on fire from going so fast. She overheated and stalled.
Fuck, were dead, Jesse moaned. Were fucking dead.
I looked back at the van. The doors opened. They got out. All five fucking meatheads, armed with bats.
Hey fucking queer! One of them shouted; his eyes on the back of Jesses head. I looked ahead at the dirt road. There was nothing I could do. I had no gun. I had nothing. When I turned I saw a fist plunge through the glass window, punching Jesse out, splitting his face open with jaded pieces of glass.
so thats pretty much what i look like now. except i put some clothes on. so last night i drank an entire bottle of rum
and passed out on the floor of my friends kitchen with my hair in some cat litter woke up and we took a car service home. i totally thought i was gonna puke. i love seeing other people puke but its not the same when i do it. the driver was making fast turns, speeding, cos it was only 6 in the morning. i always get car sick anyway. when i was little i got addicted to dramamine. but i managed to hold down the rum. now i'm starting to feel better.
***NEW ORLEANS, PLEASE BE OKAY***
gonna do some more work now. my agent has requested some chapters from my new book, Dirty Blonde and The Boomslangs
i got some emails from some of you guys wanting to read more of my book "Demonic" so here's some more from that. hope every1's having a good weekend.
"The Boys of the Demonic Hermitage Kaleidoscope"
***Marhollow***
Did you see Family Guy last night? I asked Jesse. Normally all we watched was Conan OBrian. The first night we hung out we stayed up and watched that and got stoned. How lame. Even Jesse admitted it was lame.
Sorry, next time well blow up something, he told me that night, assuming that was my thing. I guess I came off that way, but I wasnt that bad, really.
Nooh shit, Jesses eyes landed on something directly in front of us. He tensed up, pushing himself up in the seat a little. Slowly his face grew terrified. I looked and saw Clydes van. Then I realized something else, something that terrified me as well.
Ill just keep driving, I said. I tried not to panic. If I panicked then Jesse would and then neither of us would be able to think clearly.
But its
I know who it is, Jesse. Just stay calm. Jesse listened to me, he always did. He slid down in the seat a bit. The van seemed to be picking up speed. I jerked to the left, spinning the car completely around and sped in the other direction. Jesse looked like a frightened child on a rollercoaster; a kid that didnt quite make the height requirements.
Shit, Mars, shit.
Please dont fucking panic now, Jesse. All I needed was him to start crying. I knew what they did to him under the bleachers, but if he started talking about it, or anything else for that matter, then I couldnt figure out what to do.
You have your gun? Please fuggin tell me you have your gun, he begged. I made a face. It was even more informative than saying, No. I left it back at the house. I should have brought it for Jesse but I left it for my brother. Besides all I could think about was all that airport security and going there with a fucking gun wasnt smart, even if I left it in the car.
You fuckin took that shit to church that time we had to go with your grandma and you dont have it on you now after the shit we pulled?
Jesse, Im about to get on a plane, why the fuck would I have a gun with me?
I checked in the rearview. The distance between us and the van had lessened. It wouldnt be long before they slammed into us. I sped up as much as possible; up to about ninety. That was as fast as this pile of shit could go. Trash flew up and hit the car. Normally Id notice the bumps of road kill but we were going too fast for even that now.
No, no, fuck. Fuck! Jesse slid down in the seat. The van was seconds away from rear ending us. I let myself down. I couldnt even bear to keep my eyes open anymore. I shut them and felt a sudden jerk as my car helplessly plunged forward. I opened them and saw nothing but the open road blurred by smoke. I think the car was on fire from going so fast. She overheated and stalled.
Fuck, were dead, Jesse moaned. Were fucking dead.
I looked back at the van. The doors opened. They got out. All five fucking meatheads, armed with bats.
Hey fucking queer! One of them shouted; his eyes on the back of Jesses head. I looked ahead at the dirt road. There was nothing I could do. I had no gun. I had nothing. When I turned I saw a fist plunge through the glass window, punching Jesse out, splitting his face open with jaded pieces of glass.
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oooh good luck on YOUR interview! :Godspeed: yay...fuck....i know mine went very well, i mean you should know by now at this age anyway. i jsut hope for the best. turns out i bumped into a friend after who works there (I had no idea) so i begged her to please nudge 'em!! I gotta make back what i just spent today (look at my post edit!!!!). what are you interviewing for, if you don't mind?
anyway, i will take b-day spankings soon enough!