i really have nothing to say to day, and i am rather spratic about this journaling thing
i fucking love rock climbing, i only just started so i am cumbersome. i have been going to the rock gym every day now but this will probly end up as a hobby that i spend massive amounts of money and time on
so i want to have sex so bad with kendra who wants to have sex with rr. rr hears me pine on about acts of glorious intercourse and she (rr) just rolls it off like nothing but it anoys her i think but i have fantasies and i tend to ramble on a bit and i really mean nothig by it but i havent been able to talk about other girls in my past two relationships, ahh gelous girlfriends ahh. so i think that i play up being attracted to other girls more that i should but i have been repressed. haha
rr took e on friday and it was laced with something else (acid i think) and she had the worst trip ever. she kept having panic attacks where she said that she kept seeing images of mass distruction. i had to talk her down, getting her to focus on her breathing to slow down her brain which was racing. she tells me now that i saved her life but i feel that i did nothing more that any other person (amzingly awsome cute emo boyfriend--as she so put it--) would hav done. yesterday she got a call from an overly concerned friend who asked to talk to me and this dramatic friend spoke to me with tones of slight aggression telling me at one moment that she would kick my ass if anything happened to rr, then later telling me that she was not crying but she had a cold--that confused me--this friend who i have never met tells rr that im gay only after hearing an discription of me but then after talkng to me she thinks that i am even gayer.
but last night rr took adderall--80 mg--and has this great reveletion that she is addicted to drugs and it is hurting her. this is good i cant be around someone in a downward spiral of life, she looks like she really wants to get better. so here i am
viva the republic
i fucking love rock climbing, i only just started so i am cumbersome. i have been going to the rock gym every day now but this will probly end up as a hobby that i spend massive amounts of money and time on
so i want to have sex so bad with kendra who wants to have sex with rr. rr hears me pine on about acts of glorious intercourse and she (rr) just rolls it off like nothing but it anoys her i think but i have fantasies and i tend to ramble on a bit and i really mean nothig by it but i havent been able to talk about other girls in my past two relationships, ahh gelous girlfriends ahh. so i think that i play up being attracted to other girls more that i should but i have been repressed. haha
rr took e on friday and it was laced with something else (acid i think) and she had the worst trip ever. she kept having panic attacks where she said that she kept seeing images of mass distruction. i had to talk her down, getting her to focus on her breathing to slow down her brain which was racing. she tells me now that i saved her life but i feel that i did nothing more that any other person (amzingly awsome cute emo boyfriend--as she so put it--) would hav done. yesterday she got a call from an overly concerned friend who asked to talk to me and this dramatic friend spoke to me with tones of slight aggression telling me at one moment that she would kick my ass if anything happened to rr, then later telling me that she was not crying but she had a cold--that confused me--this friend who i have never met tells rr that im gay only after hearing an discription of me but then after talkng to me she thinks that i am even gayer.
but last night rr took adderall--80 mg--and has this great reveletion that she is addicted to drugs and it is hurting her. this is good i cant be around someone in a downward spiral of life, she looks like she really wants to get better. so here i am
viva the republic
*cough*
er. pleasure to meet you.