It could happen to anyone...
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How we ended up with the people who had nowhere else to party
Actually, on second thought, it's a fairly boring story. We had a small party on Friday night at the house where I'm staying for a while and some minors showed up. I'm talking sixteen year old girls drinking vodka out of a plastic bottle and asking me questions about my dreads because they've never seen anything like them before. I spent the night cleaning up spills and feeling like everyone's mother. Apparently my surly, sarcastic attitude was quite a hit, despite my efforts to austricize everyone. ~mega sigh~ One of the younger boys told me, "You're totally a bro." I took this as a compliment. I think it means that I come off as kind of a dyke. woooooot.
When I ejected myself from my craptastic situation with my family I landed square in the laps of my close, recently married friends of mine, and their 2 roommates. It's time I admitted that I'm staying in the room of one of these roommates... eeeep. It has been years since I was comfortable enough with someone to share a bed, same sex or opposite. This man is something else.... I feel as though I should share relevatory things about him with you all, but I am unsure what exactly to say. Dude works a LOT, so the time I do spend with him is comprised of speechless, smitten moments, mixed with terror that I'm going to fuck it all up. I don't imagine there is much of a cliche "future" with this person, but that is the last thing on my mind. Here is this person who has willingly inserted himself into my life, who doesn't judge me when I randomly start crying, or become anti-social, or bitchy. This is surprising and pleasant enough for me to suspend my usual anticipatory analyzing that usually goes along with a complicated situation such as this. Plus....I'm totally getting laid. And it's awesome. And I'm DYING to share the details, so fucking ask me already!!!!
On another note, I am kinda-sorta quitting smoking right now. The nicotine withdrawl is making me even more insane than normal... I have been cooking 2-3 meals a day from scratch for all 5 people in this house, and I have crocheted a full set of baby clothes for my psychiatrist. I don't imagine this quitting-time will stick any longer than other times have, but I may as well try, right?! It gives me an excuse to chew this delightful nicotine gum as well... YUM. (not.)
I guess that's all for now. This computer isn't the best, and I don't know how to get my pictures on here yet so I can't give you any sort of visual fun time, as I would SO very much like to do. I told sir who I am quasi-involved with that I am planning on taking pictures of his cock while he's sleeping and posting them on my SG blog. Surprisingly, he actually laughed at this. Little does he know I am serious. Baaaaahahahahaaaa
I'll manage to turn him into an internet slut if it kills me....
OR
How we ended up with the people who had nowhere else to party
Actually, on second thought, it's a fairly boring story. We had a small party on Friday night at the house where I'm staying for a while and some minors showed up. I'm talking sixteen year old girls drinking vodka out of a plastic bottle and asking me questions about my dreads because they've never seen anything like them before. I spent the night cleaning up spills and feeling like everyone's mother. Apparently my surly, sarcastic attitude was quite a hit, despite my efforts to austricize everyone. ~mega sigh~ One of the younger boys told me, "You're totally a bro." I took this as a compliment. I think it means that I come off as kind of a dyke. woooooot.
When I ejected myself from my craptastic situation with my family I landed square in the laps of my close, recently married friends of mine, and their 2 roommates. It's time I admitted that I'm staying in the room of one of these roommates... eeeep. It has been years since I was comfortable enough with someone to share a bed, same sex or opposite. This man is something else.... I feel as though I should share relevatory things about him with you all, but I am unsure what exactly to say. Dude works a LOT, so the time I do spend with him is comprised of speechless, smitten moments, mixed with terror that I'm going to fuck it all up. I don't imagine there is much of a cliche "future" with this person, but that is the last thing on my mind. Here is this person who has willingly inserted himself into my life, who doesn't judge me when I randomly start crying, or become anti-social, or bitchy. This is surprising and pleasant enough for me to suspend my usual anticipatory analyzing that usually goes along with a complicated situation such as this. Plus....I'm totally getting laid. And it's awesome. And I'm DYING to share the details, so fucking ask me already!!!!
On another note, I am kinda-sorta quitting smoking right now. The nicotine withdrawl is making me even more insane than normal... I have been cooking 2-3 meals a day from scratch for all 5 people in this house, and I have crocheted a full set of baby clothes for my psychiatrist. I don't imagine this quitting-time will stick any longer than other times have, but I may as well try, right?! It gives me an excuse to chew this delightful nicotine gum as well... YUM. (not.)
I guess that's all for now. This computer isn't the best, and I don't know how to get my pictures on here yet so I can't give you any sort of visual fun time, as I would SO very much like to do. I told sir who I am quasi-involved with that I am planning on taking pictures of his cock while he's sleeping and posting them on my SG blog. Surprisingly, he actually laughed at this. Little does he know I am serious. Baaaaahahahahaaaa
I'll manage to turn him into an internet slut if it kills me.... VIEW 4 of 4 COMMENTS
Anyway, I felt compelled to share that. And I'll also throw my jealousy in with _solipsist_'s jealousy.