After I left City Club....
I ran into Nadine. Nadine is a little Goddess.
She convinced me to meet her at the works.
Shortly after arriving at The Works, I came upon Kevin Fisher.
I have missed him.
In his company was Johnna. She damn near wet herself when she first saw.
What a reaction..
She threw her arms around me and demanded, without explanation, that I "make out" with her.
Later, she indlulged me that she had been "hunting" for me for months.
I felt sought after, I suppose.
Tim P. found me too.
He didnt ask for his kiss. Funny man.
After leaving, I stopped at a local gas station.
The man behind the counter took a single glance at me.
"What is your job?" He barked at me in a polite, thick Jordanian accent.
After some clarification, I noted that I was a designer.
Almost as a response to that, he commanded "You are Italian!".. Lining his own face with his hand, as though the structure of my jawline were a telltale sign.
I nodded to him.. admitting the fact somewhat proudly...
He was one of the nicest people I have run into in a very long time.
His comment has made my day. I am not sure why.
For whatever it means, I like the fact that I am 'noticably' italian.
I like him, too.
I'll frequent his gas station, I am sure.
Tamika and I have continued our correspondence.
She told me of the time she first met Kat.. at Jason's place.
She told me of her knowledge of how Kat and jason were, at that time, sexual partners.
That explains all of Jason's behavior.
Kathleen lied to me about more terrible things than I will ever, ever know.
For some reason, the truth continues to find it's way to me, even though her heartless little ass is gone. I wonder how she was so able to just suck that kid's dick and then come get in my bed, and stay in my house, and eat my food, and have sex with me.. all the while his semen was coursing through her womb. And she still felt justified in guilting me for Shannon.
bad little girl.
Shouldn't I be dead?
My heart is heavy. That girl was my whole world, she tried to get with Dave.. She cheated on me with Rob, she cheated with Aaron in China, she cheated with Jason at DeMf..
and for all of that, when I found out about Rob.. she just "cut me out" of her little life altogether..
As if I had done ANYTHING wrong.
As if all of my silliness and fancyness and adoration was meaningless.
I guess it was. I suppose all her words about my beauty and my perfection and my goodness were lies. People like to lie to me, it makes them feel happy.
I am ok with it all, I suppose. I am a slut. I am for fucking, I am for forgetting.
I am small, and pretty and crazy.
Nothing about that is worth keeping. So, make your move.. fuck me. Then go.
It will still suprise all of you when I go. That part is sad.
I ran into Nadine. Nadine is a little Goddess.
She convinced me to meet her at the works.
Shortly after arriving at The Works, I came upon Kevin Fisher.
I have missed him.
In his company was Johnna. She damn near wet herself when she first saw.
What a reaction..
She threw her arms around me and demanded, without explanation, that I "make out" with her.
Later, she indlulged me that she had been "hunting" for me for months.
I felt sought after, I suppose.
Tim P. found me too.
He didnt ask for his kiss. Funny man.
After leaving, I stopped at a local gas station.
The man behind the counter took a single glance at me.
"What is your job?" He barked at me in a polite, thick Jordanian accent.
After some clarification, I noted that I was a designer.
Almost as a response to that, he commanded "You are Italian!".. Lining his own face with his hand, as though the structure of my jawline were a telltale sign.
I nodded to him.. admitting the fact somewhat proudly...
He was one of the nicest people I have run into in a very long time.
His comment has made my day. I am not sure why.
For whatever it means, I like the fact that I am 'noticably' italian.
I like him, too.
I'll frequent his gas station, I am sure.
Tamika and I have continued our correspondence.
She told me of the time she first met Kat.. at Jason's place.
She told me of her knowledge of how Kat and jason were, at that time, sexual partners.
That explains all of Jason's behavior.
Kathleen lied to me about more terrible things than I will ever, ever know.
For some reason, the truth continues to find it's way to me, even though her heartless little ass is gone. I wonder how she was so able to just suck that kid's dick and then come get in my bed, and stay in my house, and eat my food, and have sex with me.. all the while his semen was coursing through her womb. And she still felt justified in guilting me for Shannon.
bad little girl.
Shouldn't I be dead?
My heart is heavy. That girl was my whole world, she tried to get with Dave.. She cheated on me with Rob, she cheated with Aaron in China, she cheated with Jason at DeMf..
and for all of that, when I found out about Rob.. she just "cut me out" of her little life altogether..
As if I had done ANYTHING wrong.
As if all of my silliness and fancyness and adoration was meaningless.
I guess it was. I suppose all her words about my beauty and my perfection and my goodness were lies. People like to lie to me, it makes them feel happy.
I am ok with it all, I suppose. I am a slut. I am for fucking, I am for forgetting.
I am small, and pretty and crazy.
Nothing about that is worth keeping. So, make your move.. fuck me. Then go.
It will still suprise all of you when I go. That part is sad.
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