~...Dysmorphophobia...~

Falling Into Insignificant Lies And Living Through Falsities...Everything Is Chaotic And Delectable Distorted Imagery... "They tend to be suspicious, bristly, paranoid-type people with huge egos they push around like some elephantiasis victim with his distended testicles in a wheelbarrow terrified no doubt that some skulking ingrate of a clone student will sneak into his very brain and steal his genius work." ~WSB

zondag, augustus 03, 2008

All Our Little Secrets...

What a weekend! Fuck.
On friday I made my big bad ex regret crashing my buddies birthday. I looked good and he tried talking to me, telling me he loved me and I replied with no hesitation, "you only love me because I look like a little schoolgirl. Have we met before?" That's when one of my buddies hugged me and took me to the ground. We were aided up and as my ex touched my shoulder, everyone else intervened while I said my goodbyes. I found that he was staring at me a lot. Luckily I was too busy enjoying myself to care. SO DRUNK.
(After sobering up a bit, I realized that I have awesome friends.)
I went home with two of my buddies, but since I was so giddy, I couldn't sleep. I ended up leaving just before 6 to catch early morning transit (the world looked so empty. It was nice).

Yesterday, I went to sleep at 10 in the morning. A pretty girl and I met up in the afternoon and started drinking. We went to a park and talked. She heard something (as she is a smartypants)...and believes that I would be perfect for my attaction if their partner was out of the way (all that floored me and I couldn't respond but tried to play casual). We ended up climbing on top of a school to continue smoking, drinking and talking.
Two buddies showed up to rescue us. I joined my bestfriend on a short escape.
The things we had to talk about were insane!
Ultimately, I think I put a giant target on my attraction and I just hope to avoid any slip-ups. I cannot wrap my head around this weekend.
We met back up with my buddies and the drinking and smoking continued. The girls took off to the washroom to do their hair (I joined, porn mag in hand), which left the guys very curious (moreso after we closed the door). The night was long but all was well. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and slowly things shut down (I got home around 5...drunk off my rocker).
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I have had the most horrible sleep schedule. I really can't continue doing this if I want a day job...which I'm hoping to get come Tuesday (damn long weekend). This no money situation is pathetic, and I hate how bored I am.
Right now a sorta messy room and a bunch of art projects are calling me so I should get my ass in gear.