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[15 Jul 2015|04:53pm] |
Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns. I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let's evolve, let the chips fall where they may.
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[06 Nov 2007|01:28am] |
It's pretty funny shit to read over my last entry and see me talking about I'm not one of those guys that gets off on popping cherries. I just think you're missing out on quality if all you're looking for is to be the first one into a girl's pants. Yet now all the stars aligned on Sunday last week and I happened to be Cheyenne Thompson's first. Maybe I let my theory about not being that kinda guy slip a little. Or maybe I do actually kinda like Cheyenne. And I'm not talking crazy bullshit, like I want her to be my girlfriend or any of that shit. She's just nice. And no girl's good in the sack the first time, but I see potential there. And she's just a sweet fucking girl, but I like those layers underneath, 'cause I know she's not all sweet Southern girl, and I knew deep down that she's wanted me, and of course I've wanted her, and on that Sunday, I decided to take her, as my birthday present. And I had myself a good time. I hope she did, too, isn't off bitching and moaning and whining over losing it to me. Sure, I'm not about to... settle down and start popping out little fuckers with her, but at least I'm not fucking anybody else. ... At the moment, I mean.
Shit even knows what the rest of the bitches are doing these days. Rachel suddenly disappeared off the fucking face of the earth, but I don't know, I'm still trying to figure out if I care or not. She did me once, and not only was that once good enough for me, but that once was good enough for blackmail, should I ever need to resort to it. Elle invited me to a little Halloween party of hers last week, but she invited Rachel, AND Bianca, and I was just like, well, fuck that. Besides, I don't want to be hanging out with Elle and a whole bunch of people. I only want Elle if it's me, her, a bed, and no clothes. And Bianca? Fuck knows what, or who, she's doing. She's probably my second-best option after Cheyenne, but I'll play nice and let Cheyenne have me exclusively, for just a little while. I'm just a nice boy like that.
Fuck, getting high right before bed always fucks me up weird.
I had a good birthday.
Thanks for the presents and shit, or lack thereof.
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[25 Aug 2007|11:58pm] |
Cheyenne is hot, whether she knows it or not. She's sweet, innocent, has got a nice body, and to be honest, is pretty good at the whole tease thing, even if she doesn't realize she is one. And even though you'd assume I like to fuck the dumb ones who can't tell her their ass from their head, the truth is I like a little intelligence in my girls. And Cheyenne's smart. I get the feeling she might be a little intimidated by me so I'm trying not to be quite so weird and straightforward these days, but I still can't deny that I wouldn't mind getting into her pants. But I don't go the sleazy route, get girls drunk or high, nothing like that. I want Cheyenne to be comfortable around me, for her to come to me. Call me old-fashioned, but I think that the challenge is worth it.
I should be smarter about this, though. Maybe I need a night with Bianca, or even Rachel. I'd include Elle but I haven't even spoken to her since she told me she completed her end of the bet. Haven't even given her the money, only because I haven't really seen her around. Hope she's not in some kind of shellshock after having to fuck Ashford. Maybe I'll throw in a little extra cash if that's the case. I don't want my Danielle to be out of shape for me, after all.
Sometimes, I thank effing God my parents don't really give a shit what I do out here in Albany. When I was under their roof back in San Mateo, they were always bitching and whining about the shit that I did, but now that I'm here, it's like it doesn't matter. And I can dig that. They don't show up for Parents' Weekend, they keep paying my tuition, and I go to class every once in a while. It's a pretty good fucking deal, especially when I have to read about all these people bitching about how they hate their parents.
Although I'd like to meet Cheyenne's, because I'm sure they're nice people, and maybe they'll tell me about Cheyenne since... Cheyenne apparently won't.
Danielle, you're allowed to come out now. Bianca, feel free to show yourself at any point. And Rachel... well, I think you know what I'm gonna say.
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[08 Aug 2007|03:23pm] |
Maybe I've got a slight thing for Rachel Ashford. I don't find it that difficult to admit, if you're understanding what I mean by "thing." Because when I say thing, I don't mean I'm buying her roses and sending her teddy bears, that sort of bullshit "thing" that should end in middle school but people like to drag out into high school and beyond. I mean that I don't just want to fuck her for fucking's sake. Girls like Bianca and Elle, sweet as they may or... may not be, aren't the type of girls you actually make any sort of connection with. Maybe Danielle's a decent person, but fuck if I know that, because to me, it's about the sex, and that's a truth people don't want to hear. Rachel Ashford, though... she probably thinks that's what this is about. I know I haven't proven myself to be the deepest guy in the past, but suffice it to say that truthfully, I don't look at every girl I see as something to fuck. Now, I don't separate the girls I'd do from the girls I want to spend quality time with. I just separate the girls I would ONLY do from the girls I'd spend quality time with AND do. Rachel, she's a special kind, and while I think this place has softened her the hell up, I still see some of the old Rachel there. And maybe I spent time with her a couple days ago, the only thing on my mind was getting her underneath me, but in a way, I liked talking to her. I liked when she called me out on my bullshit and stopped trusting me. She's probably the only person here I'd actually share a joint with, because I know she's not gonna end up all annoying and stupid like some people. And in the end, I did get into her pants, so that night was all sorts of happy endings.
I wouldn't say Rachel's the only girl I have a thing for, though. Cheyenne... now she's a nice girl. Probably the only "nice girl" I've ever talked to, but I get a sense it's not all just 'nice' with her. Maybe I'm digging for something that's not there, or maybe I'm out of my league on this one, but that hasn't stopped me many times before. I know she doesn't trust me, either, and I just find that cute, to be honest. I'm letting this one go a little slower than my tastes would have it, but I think it's for the best.
Note to self: see if you owe Elle that 150 bucks yet.
Sorry that I don't have much to say, but I guess I've been sort of antisocial. Cheyenne, maybe you and I should get together one of these days.
And Elle, hope things are going well for you.
And Bianca... well. No words are needed for you.
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