Long entry... hold on tight!
Wow. I just had a fabulous weekend with my dollbaby (tattooduke),kyshak, and hatchetprincess.
I've known Kyshak for a very long time, but this weekend was my first time meeting the princess and let me tell you - she's cool as hell. I can't wait for them to come back up.... or for me and Duke to come down to see them.
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I managed to get some looming drama out of my life, which is always a plus.
So, life is peaceful and my ex is going to stop being a lying dog to the poor girl that he ditches to hang around me and Duke. We can hope. I let him know that I wouldn't be included in his bullshit and if he wanted to be a liar and a shithead, he could politely stop considering me a friend. I've no time nor tolerance for it.
I even had a conversation with the girl. Turned out truthful, open, and not what she wanted to hear... but then, my ex isn't getting what he wants either.
Asheville and the Patton scene is so dramatic that it makes me want to choke. Why do you think I don't really go up there anymore?
Bleh. No drama. Hate drama. Fuck these weird-o teenage-minded losers who think they can fuck up my life with their lies and he-said-she-said crapola!
Bingo. You lose. Do not drive through and fuck your $200. This ain't monopoly and I hate you.
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But back to the cool stuff and general weekend...
What the fuck did I do on Friday night?!? Ummmmm... I cannot believe that I forgot. My mind is a bit off-track right now. I think I stayed home! I think.
Saturday night was for being hyped up on caffeine and at work. Woo-fucking-hoo for iced white chocolate cappuccino with 4 shots of espresso! My manager now makes sure that I am caffeinated when I come into work. Apparently I sell more skivvies and talk more people into getting those loverly Victoria's Secret credit cards.
Also, the drug-induced friendliness can't hurt, but that's a whole different taco.
I had to leave kyshak and the adoreable princess at the tattoo studio while I was at work and in fact, felt like shit for it. But they got tattooed (fucking awesome ink, by the way - thanks Brandon!), and seem really pleased with the evening. Later, we went to Northside for some food, listened to horrible drunk karaoke, and played pool.
Yesterday got fucked when a birthday party was sprung on me... It was for my grandmother's 80th, so that made it all better and certainly acceptable to have to botch my plans of Fun Depot game-playing.... and later, the four of us (aforementioned people, pay attention) laid around at Duke's house and watched movies.
LotR: Return of the King rocked. The new remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre was good - but the suicide scene and the brains on the seat really bothered me. Brought up memories of a long dead best friend. The special effects were too convincing and trust me, the brains looked too fucking real. I've seen them. It's fucking sick to have that memory in your head.
I spent the next 90 minutes during and after the movie wanting to toss my cookies.
So... somewhere around... ummm... an odd hour of this morning, Mark and Mel said goodbyes and split for their hotel... and for SC this morning.
Duke and I spent the rest ofthe night doing things that you don't want your kids and small pets to witness. Yum!
Of course, I woke up this morning kissing him goodbye and feeling on top of the world.... and completely guilty for not going home last night and having my mother give me the silent evil eye over her toaster pastry. She was cool about it otherwise, though.
And again today... work at VS. My manager required me to make a coffee run and get juiced and I had a spectacular day.
On my way home, a couple of guys in a red Si asked for my number. I thanked them for the flattery, but admitted that I have a boyfriend. They said "That's just wrong! A hot girl in a hot car and she has a boyfriend! Tell him how lucky he is!" I love compliments like that - the respectful type, you know?
But anyhow... I'm the lucky one to have Duke.
He's taught me so much about what love should really feel like. And reading his last journal entry, I can't help but feel like nothing can bring me down as long as he's with me.
But I'm beginning to go on all sorts of tangents. And now I need more caffeine and some nicotine. I could fucking eat a tree with my nervous energy, right now.
Squeal!
Wow. I just had a fabulous weekend with my dollbaby (tattooduke),kyshak, and hatchetprincess.
I've known Kyshak for a very long time, but this weekend was my first time meeting the princess and let me tell you - she's cool as hell. I can't wait for them to come back up.... or for me and Duke to come down to see them.
_______________
I managed to get some looming drama out of my life, which is always a plus.
So, life is peaceful and my ex is going to stop being a lying dog to the poor girl that he ditches to hang around me and Duke. We can hope. I let him know that I wouldn't be included in his bullshit and if he wanted to be a liar and a shithead, he could politely stop considering me a friend. I've no time nor tolerance for it.
I even had a conversation with the girl. Turned out truthful, open, and not what she wanted to hear... but then, my ex isn't getting what he wants either.
Asheville and the Patton scene is so dramatic that it makes me want to choke. Why do you think I don't really go up there anymore?
Bleh. No drama. Hate drama. Fuck these weird-o teenage-minded losers who think they can fuck up my life with their lies and he-said-she-said crapola!
Bingo. You lose. Do not drive through and fuck your $200. This ain't monopoly and I hate you.
_______________
But back to the cool stuff and general weekend...
What the fuck did I do on Friday night?!? Ummmmm... I cannot believe that I forgot. My mind is a bit off-track right now. I think I stayed home! I think.
Saturday night was for being hyped up on caffeine and at work. Woo-fucking-hoo for iced white chocolate cappuccino with 4 shots of espresso! My manager now makes sure that I am caffeinated when I come into work. Apparently I sell more skivvies and talk more people into getting those loverly Victoria's Secret credit cards.
Also, the drug-induced friendliness can't hurt, but that's a whole different taco.
I had to leave kyshak and the adoreable princess at the tattoo studio while I was at work and in fact, felt like shit for it. But they got tattooed (fucking awesome ink, by the way - thanks Brandon!), and seem really pleased with the evening. Later, we went to Northside for some food, listened to horrible drunk karaoke, and played pool.
Yesterday got fucked when a birthday party was sprung on me... It was for my grandmother's 80th, so that made it all better and certainly acceptable to have to botch my plans of Fun Depot game-playing.... and later, the four of us (aforementioned people, pay attention) laid around at Duke's house and watched movies.
LotR: Return of the King rocked. The new remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre was good - but the suicide scene and the brains on the seat really bothered me. Brought up memories of a long dead best friend. The special effects were too convincing and trust me, the brains looked too fucking real. I've seen them. It's fucking sick to have that memory in your head.
I spent the next 90 minutes during and after the movie wanting to toss my cookies.
So... somewhere around... ummm... an odd hour of this morning, Mark and Mel said goodbyes and split for their hotel... and for SC this morning.
Duke and I spent the rest ofthe night doing things that you don't want your kids and small pets to witness. Yum!
Of course, I woke up this morning kissing him goodbye and feeling on top of the world.... and completely guilty for not going home last night and having my mother give me the silent evil eye over her toaster pastry. She was cool about it otherwise, though.
And again today... work at VS. My manager required me to make a coffee run and get juiced and I had a spectacular day.
On my way home, a couple of guys in a red Si asked for my number. I thanked them for the flattery, but admitted that I have a boyfriend. They said "That's just wrong! A hot girl in a hot car and she has a boyfriend! Tell him how lucky he is!" I love compliments like that - the respectful type, you know?
But anyhow... I'm the lucky one to have Duke.
He's taught me so much about what love should really feel like. And reading his last journal entry, I can't help but feel like nothing can bring me down as long as he's with me.
But I'm beginning to go on all sorts of tangents. And now I need more caffeine and some nicotine. I could fucking eat a tree with my nervous energy, right now.
Squeal!
damn tat is tender as hell, but i just dont care, its frickin gorgeous. my neck is sore from turning around and staring at it in the mirror so damn much.