I wish my exes all lived in Texas, sometimes.
Well, okay, most of the time I don't think of them at all. But today the excellent kaffeine had the misfortune of running into one of my exes, whom I shall dub Suicidal Boy (not to be confused with Suicide Boys of any kind!). She says the encounter was more amusing than horrifying, as he is a complete social retard and ran away after she attempted to be polite by asking how he was doing.
I like that she can put the fear of god into boys like that.
Anyway, returning to the exes/Texas theme, I guess I am doing pretty well, all things considered, cus most of my exes DO live in another country. Of course, there are still a few dudes on this island I'd rather not run into, and the fucking Dancing Cock Brothers comprise 4 such people I'd rather never see again. Apparently they are having a show at Reggie's (the ConU bar) this (next?) Friday. I saw a flyer in the Link office, and I told everyone to go and yell "Hey bedwetter!" at Adam.
I also ripped a few of their posters down, because I'm a destructive bitch.
Speaking of destruction, yesterday I told my boyfriend, izzifer, I was thinking of just ripping out the lining in my leather jacket, since it had become so shredded. He asked if he could do it, so I handed it over. He ripped so hard that he tore some of the leather. Oops. (Nothing a few safety pins can't fix.)
Still sounds weird to call him my boyfriend, but I must admit he is. We're doing this as an open relationship, because I don't want to be bossed around by guys anymore, and we've been trying to figure out what exactly that means. Especially since he's almost immediately being tested, as S_Eldorado is in town this weekend, and the two of us have been talking about getting together for a while now.
I've been reluctant to talk about izz here, cus I didn't know where it was going. Not that you ever really know where things are going, but I'm kinda superstitious in that I hate talking about good things for fear of jinxing them. So I guess I will just say that he's my boyfriend, it's an open thing, but right now he's on the top of my list and one of the coolest guys I've dated cus he's willing to give this thing a shot. And it may all go down in flames, but at least he's willing to try. That counts for a lot.
Plus, he gives great blowjobs.
Well, okay, most of the time I don't think of them at all. But today the excellent kaffeine had the misfortune of running into one of my exes, whom I shall dub Suicidal Boy (not to be confused with Suicide Boys of any kind!). She says the encounter was more amusing than horrifying, as he is a complete social retard and ran away after she attempted to be polite by asking how he was doing.
I like that she can put the fear of god into boys like that.
Anyway, returning to the exes/Texas theme, I guess I am doing pretty well, all things considered, cus most of my exes DO live in another country. Of course, there are still a few dudes on this island I'd rather not run into, and the fucking Dancing Cock Brothers comprise 4 such people I'd rather never see again. Apparently they are having a show at Reggie's (the ConU bar) this (next?) Friday. I saw a flyer in the Link office, and I told everyone to go and yell "Hey bedwetter!" at Adam.
I also ripped a few of their posters down, because I'm a destructive bitch.
Speaking of destruction, yesterday I told my boyfriend, izzifer, I was thinking of just ripping out the lining in my leather jacket, since it had become so shredded. He asked if he could do it, so I handed it over. He ripped so hard that he tore some of the leather. Oops. (Nothing a few safety pins can't fix.)
Still sounds weird to call him my boyfriend, but I must admit he is. We're doing this as an open relationship, because I don't want to be bossed around by guys anymore, and we've been trying to figure out what exactly that means. Especially since he's almost immediately being tested, as S_Eldorado is in town this weekend, and the two of us have been talking about getting together for a while now.
I've been reluctant to talk about izz here, cus I didn't know where it was going. Not that you ever really know where things are going, but I'm kinda superstitious in that I hate talking about good things for fear of jinxing them. So I guess I will just say that he's my boyfriend, it's an open thing, but right now he's on the top of my list and one of the coolest guys I've dated cus he's willing to give this thing a shot. And it may all go down in flames, but at least he's willing to try. That counts for a lot.
Plus, he gives great blowjobs.
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