so i'm back from pittsburgh, it seems.
i left on thursday morning with my friend chris to head out and see some of the folks i went to school with and whatnot over CMU's carnival weekend.
it took about 6:30 to get there, which wasn't so bad, we rolled up at around 3:30 at my friend jordan's place and then went over to his new gf's digs. she seems like a really cool girl- way better than his last. she lives with a few kids we used to hang out with, so we wound up staying at their apartment and boozin it up some. my friend claire showed up and i eventually left w/ her and her friend nick and crashed at claire's place.
on friday i woke up early and made my way up to jordan's. i actually bumped into chris at a pizza place on the walk up. he had left because he felt weird sitting in jordan's house all alone, but we headed back there anyways to wait for jdan to get back from work so we could meet up w/ other kids and go see kill bill vol. 2, which kicked some serious ass. then we went to an art show, saw more old friends, most importantly meathook, who i haven't seen in 2 years. then we went to a house party thrown by some design kids and i schooled them in the fine art of flip-cup. i also bumped into this girl erin who will reappear in my story later.
anyways, back to jordan's to pass out. and thus... saturday. me and chris went to have coffee with my pals dave and beth, who are gettin old dammit, but still willing to rock. dave came back to jordan's with us, meathook, harry, and jonboy showed up and we housed a bottle of jameson while looking at meathook's new spyder and pretending that we know shit about cars. then some house party with a kick ass and hilarious band called dirty weekend, who play such classics as "i went to the prom (with your mom)", "god turned his back on pittsburgh, but he didn't turn his back on me", and a crowd favorite "lesbian journal", this time updated with dancing girls who made out. i got sick of the pretentious quasi-intellectualism going on outside, so i roused the troops to head back to the place the design party was at the night before. once again, flip-cup school, followed by some other shit. i suppose i was destined to prove my sluttiness again (since i was back in the burgh, y'know, for old time's sake). at some point the aforementioned erin and i struck up a conversation which turned ugly, or fantastic. we sparred (literally) on the back porch for a while, our fuck-me eyes glittering in the lamplight, followed by a brawl in the driveway. i have no idea what we were actually fighting about, though she seemed to gain strength every time i apologized for connecting. this eventually broke down into making out of a most violent fashion. i don't think the girl makes out, so much as finds another avenue of attack.
we went back to her place and broke a few glasses and a spice rack in her kitchen (in between drinking some water and making conversation). i realized at this point 1. my labret was bleeding, as was the hole in the inside of my lip, 2. there was a divot missing from my knuckle due to a buckle (that rhymed) on her clothing, 3. that shit was hot. she eventually bullied me into the budior (really) and we did some stuff. i'll leave out most details, save for this fact:
no matter how many times you have read about it, heard about, seen it on video, or tried to prepare yourself mentally in case of it, NOTHING prepares you for the shock of female ejaculate.
we went and got breakfast the next day. the potatoes were fantastic. later on, chris made fun of what he thought was a hickey, but then we realized it was just a straight up bruise. the teeth marks near it were incidental.
sunday involved a lot of sitting around, reading comic books, and watching tv. i stayed up till 4 sitting out side and looking at the city. i really miss that place. me and chris left at around 11:30 the next day. now i'm back here.
i think i'm gonna give erin a call tomorrow. i'm actually quite smitten. especially since she enjoyed it when i told her she was a most ferocious bitch.
also: i got the new mark ryden book which is tiny and cost way too much money. and i got a new gundam kit. and a new ugly doll.
reprazent.
i left on thursday morning with my friend chris to head out and see some of the folks i went to school with and whatnot over CMU's carnival weekend.
it took about 6:30 to get there, which wasn't so bad, we rolled up at around 3:30 at my friend jordan's place and then went over to his new gf's digs. she seems like a really cool girl- way better than his last. she lives with a few kids we used to hang out with, so we wound up staying at their apartment and boozin it up some. my friend claire showed up and i eventually left w/ her and her friend nick and crashed at claire's place.
on friday i woke up early and made my way up to jordan's. i actually bumped into chris at a pizza place on the walk up. he had left because he felt weird sitting in jordan's house all alone, but we headed back there anyways to wait for jdan to get back from work so we could meet up w/ other kids and go see kill bill vol. 2, which kicked some serious ass. then we went to an art show, saw more old friends, most importantly meathook, who i haven't seen in 2 years. then we went to a house party thrown by some design kids and i schooled them in the fine art of flip-cup. i also bumped into this girl erin who will reappear in my story later.
anyways, back to jordan's to pass out. and thus... saturday. me and chris went to have coffee with my pals dave and beth, who are gettin old dammit, but still willing to rock. dave came back to jordan's with us, meathook, harry, and jonboy showed up and we housed a bottle of jameson while looking at meathook's new spyder and pretending that we know shit about cars. then some house party with a kick ass and hilarious band called dirty weekend, who play such classics as "i went to the prom (with your mom)", "god turned his back on pittsburgh, but he didn't turn his back on me", and a crowd favorite "lesbian journal", this time updated with dancing girls who made out. i got sick of the pretentious quasi-intellectualism going on outside, so i roused the troops to head back to the place the design party was at the night before. once again, flip-cup school, followed by some other shit. i suppose i was destined to prove my sluttiness again (since i was back in the burgh, y'know, for old time's sake). at some point the aforementioned erin and i struck up a conversation which turned ugly, or fantastic. we sparred (literally) on the back porch for a while, our fuck-me eyes glittering in the lamplight, followed by a brawl in the driveway. i have no idea what we were actually fighting about, though she seemed to gain strength every time i apologized for connecting. this eventually broke down into making out of a most violent fashion. i don't think the girl makes out, so much as finds another avenue of attack.
we went back to her place and broke a few glasses and a spice rack in her kitchen (in between drinking some water and making conversation). i realized at this point 1. my labret was bleeding, as was the hole in the inside of my lip, 2. there was a divot missing from my knuckle due to a buckle (that rhymed) on her clothing, 3. that shit was hot. she eventually bullied me into the budior (really) and we did some stuff. i'll leave out most details, save for this fact:
no matter how many times you have read about it, heard about, seen it on video, or tried to prepare yourself mentally in case of it, NOTHING prepares you for the shock of female ejaculate.
we went and got breakfast the next day. the potatoes were fantastic. later on, chris made fun of what he thought was a hickey, but then we realized it was just a straight up bruise. the teeth marks near it were incidental.
sunday involved a lot of sitting around, reading comic books, and watching tv. i stayed up till 4 sitting out side and looking at the city. i really miss that place. me and chris left at around 11:30 the next day. now i'm back here.
i think i'm gonna give erin a call tomorrow. i'm actually quite smitten. especially since she enjoyed it when i told her she was a most ferocious bitch.
also: i got the new mark ryden book which is tiny and cost way too much money. and i got a new gundam kit. and a new ugly doll.
reprazent.
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congrats..
jab and move.. always...