silverlaker

Last night was Bern's birthday- yet just another one of the usual sinful parties at the o-kay corral, in my opinion. We watched the sun come up. How can you not when crystal meth is coursing through your veins? Sleeping is not an option. Only all nighters. I do so little of the shit in comparison to Bern or Poppy or even any one of my friends. Yet I guess I have a low tolerance for it or I am just afraid of getting jacked up and irritated. But I guess that is what the xanax is for. I still am cautious, though. It must just boil down to the fact that I dont much care for the uppers. I am a downers girl. Happy to be one. My mother would say I am wound so tight I need a stun gun to get a cock up my ass. SplendidBut fuckin Poppy, man. Doesnt she see Bern is a total cad? I love her so. I think about her all the time. My fingers sliding into her wet slot. She does get really juicy. Oh, my Poppy. Just thinking about her, I get all gushy. But last night she was nowhere to be found. Chance & I were having a good time and decided to make it better. We walked into my bedroom found Bern's head buried in Shell's thighs. Looked hot, actually. Even though I have come to detest Bern. Chance pulled me on to the shag rug and we started shagging. Chance & I on the floor and Bern & Shell on my bed. Both couples playing the voyeurs- but no swapping. I was giving Bern dirty looks all the while. He probably thought they were sexy. I'm the only chick that doesn't fawn over him. Well, this'll have to be kept under wraps. It seems I'm now an accomplice to Bern's cheating. And mine? I doubt Poppy expects exclusivity- despite the loyalty I feel towards her. Well, did feel. How I can feel loyal to chick about to marry a total slag?

I've got more to tell ya, except I gotta run now.

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