oh what a weekend. Rose had a game, went there with a couple friends. After the game we decided to go out. To the "Twist," a local gay bar in the area. It was amusing. I saw someone I knew which was quite interesting being the fact she was a couch from a rivalry school we played in volleyball. For about 6 years I asked me coaches if she was gay, and they never knew. However Friday night when I looked over my shoulder and saw her pinned up against the wall by another girl with her shirt over her head-- the radar was correct.
My friend also tried hooking up with some girl. But the problem was that, well it's a long story and it just seams that around here, every Lesbian has been with every Lesbian and you get caught in the middle when you were never in the circle before. Oh I'm lucky to have Rose..
After leaving the Twist around 1:30 because of the disarray of lights and consistant Techno, we headed to Rose's house. The plan was, well Sex.. as usual.
However being ever so tired, we both passed out in a matter of 5 minutes.
The Best part of my weekend: Saturday Morning! Oh yes, waking up at 8, nauseous. Trying to wake Rose up to come sit in her bathroom with me, because I wanted her comfort. "A reconciliation with the porcelein goddess." Called my mom every other minute, because when you're sick, most want the ever-loving comfort of their "Mommy." "Mommies know best.."
In tears because I'm a cry baby and I hate being sick, I wake Rose up once again and have her take me home. I felt bad telling her not to smoke, but the scent of a cigarette was to nauseating to even think about. When we got there she went to my bed and I crawled onto my moms lap. (I know, I am Mommy's little girl, and I will never be too old for her!) My whole Saturday consisted of trying to drink water, popsicles, and pediaLight, Not keeping anything down well. I slept about three fourths of the day, layed in bed with Rose and watched movies the whole time. The best part of it all though is today, Sunday, I still have the ability to rest and have an excuse not to do anything. Although it was the 24hr stomach flu, I'm still reviving from it. I'm still in the same Pj's, actually managed to brush my teeth. My skin looks like a hickey from all the broken blood vessels (
) .. My hair looks as if I stuck my hand in a socket, yet Rose still managed to tell me how beautiful I was this morning.
For the rest of the day I will continue to "Milk" it..
-Sick little Kitten 'miau
My friend also tried hooking up with some girl. But the problem was that, well it's a long story and it just seams that around here, every Lesbian has been with every Lesbian and you get caught in the middle when you were never in the circle before. Oh I'm lucky to have Rose..
After leaving the Twist around 1:30 because of the disarray of lights and consistant Techno, we headed to Rose's house. The plan was, well Sex.. as usual.
However being ever so tired, we both passed out in a matter of 5 minutes.
The Best part of my weekend: Saturday Morning! Oh yes, waking up at 8, nauseous. Trying to wake Rose up to come sit in her bathroom with me, because I wanted her comfort. "A reconciliation with the porcelein goddess." Called my mom every other minute, because when you're sick, most want the ever-loving comfort of their "Mommy." "Mommies know best.."
In tears because I'm a cry baby and I hate being sick, I wake Rose up once again and have her take me home. I felt bad telling her not to smoke, but the scent of a cigarette was to nauseating to even think about. When we got there she went to my bed and I crawled onto my moms lap. (I know, I am Mommy's little girl, and I will never be too old for her!) My whole Saturday consisted of trying to drink water, popsicles, and pediaLight, Not keeping anything down well. I slept about three fourths of the day, layed in bed with Rose and watched movies the whole time. The best part of it all though is today, Sunday, I still have the ability to rest and have an excuse not to do anything. Although it was the 24hr stomach flu, I'm still reviving from it. I'm still in the same Pj's, actually managed to brush my teeth. My skin looks like a hickey from all the broken blood vessels (
) .. My hair looks as if I stuck my hand in a socket, yet Rose still managed to tell me how beautiful I was this morning.
For the rest of the day I will continue to "Milk" it..
-Sick little Kitten 'miau
I'm having the same Lesbian issues here..... Everyone has been with everyone.... I just want to stumble across that hidden cave full of dykes just aching to come out..... full of people un-tainted and unknown.... I need to seriously consider moving.... a womans got needs!
Aww, that sucks! I had my 24 hour flu for the year, and it was pure and simple torture. the worst part is the aches.... EVERYTHING hurts.... Milk away girl, and for god sakes, feel better!