Last night has not been pleasant.
Betsy showed up out of the middle of frikken nowhere. I wasn't expecting to see her until maybe this fall, if at all, thought she left for Penn already. She came for her pipe (left in my car) and to give me the stuff that she got me from Argentina.
And she got me the most interesting stuff from South America. I don't want to sound like a material girl, cause I'm not, but this is the first evidence hse actually listens to anything I say. I always kind of felt she ignored me A peasant-y purse with an Eqyptian print and an eye of horus just like my tattoo. She knows my ever so slight obsession with Egytptian mythology. A bunch of Che Guevarra stuff (I have an unexplainable crush on Che. Since High School. Can't explain it. Why does a white, democratic lesbian get all gooey in front of Che? Must be the beret...), and a CD I had lent her.
What was even worse was a bunch of photos we took together when we were shrooming, and a bunch from just smoking up in the car. Mainly me with a dumb look on my face and a joint in my lips. All we did really was get stoned.
Why does she do this to me? Arg. She fucked me over so many ways, so many times. And after she messes up my head, she does something unavoidably sweet and sour and I just get more, I dunno, hurt. Blah.
Nuns got it right. Yes...
'Course, I can't talk about it in LJ world. Still on the ol' friends list. I don't wanna take her off, but whatever. I knew I had two blogs for a reason.
Betsy showed up out of the middle of frikken nowhere. I wasn't expecting to see her until maybe this fall, if at all, thought she left for Penn already. She came for her pipe (left in my car) and to give me the stuff that she got me from Argentina.
And she got me the most interesting stuff from South America. I don't want to sound like a material girl, cause I'm not, but this is the first evidence hse actually listens to anything I say. I always kind of felt she ignored me A peasant-y purse with an Eqyptian print and an eye of horus just like my tattoo. She knows my ever so slight obsession with Egytptian mythology. A bunch of Che Guevarra stuff (I have an unexplainable crush on Che. Since High School. Can't explain it. Why does a white, democratic lesbian get all gooey in front of Che? Must be the beret...), and a CD I had lent her.
What was even worse was a bunch of photos we took together when we were shrooming, and a bunch from just smoking up in the car. Mainly me with a dumb look on my face and a joint in my lips. All we did really was get stoned.
Why does she do this to me? Arg. She fucked me over so many ways, so many times. And after she messes up my head, she does something unavoidably sweet and sour and I just get more, I dunno, hurt. Blah.
Nuns got it right. Yes...
'Course, I can't talk about it in LJ world. Still on the ol' friends list. I don't wanna take her off, but whatever. I knew I had two blogs for a reason.