he screamed at me in the adult store on yonge like i was his bitch go wait in the car! it was all a joke and i couldn’t take it seriously because it was just comical and the storeclerks were like woah. we bought a butt plug and a red rocket vibedill and lube and a cockring (which we lost immediately, the cockring) i told him to kneel on the floor while i punched him a bit and called him foul names. he went back to the car to look for the cockring in his underwear and his neighbour saw, this girl, awesome. there wasn’t much of a spark between us at all tho he was awfully hot, thee hottest but too much of a playboy for me. he said this one girl could only cum if/when he shoved his fist in her mouth. we met once for lunch and went into the porn booths and did it and i had to go back to work with wobbly knees and a pungent pussy. we also fucked on his desk too in his office and he smooshed my naked body against the window for the world to see on a saturday afternoon, this is all before we went to the adult store. he almost perished in a near-fatal motorcycle accident. shizer.
aww what a little shitkid i was. still am. my brother was a complete asshole to me growing up and for no reason, no reason at all. perhaps that is why i am such a dick all the time. nah. him and i get along like peas and gravy now. he stopped by yesterday with his boss who looked really bad kuz he’s off the sauce and has crazy handshakes ‘n all. i remember i had crazy handshakes when i went cold turkey from weed and booze. you can’t even talk to people without stuttering unintelligibly and your whole body trembling like mad and your voice takes on the same shaky rhythym.
i remember standing at my kristi’s talking to rena and my arms started shaking and i was like i gotta go back to my house now i can’t go with you guys for coffee i’d just sit there looking at nothing thinking nothing and i’d get up every three seconds to walk away just to come back and do it again.
man when i was on lithium i was a mute. witty banter, gone. that’s why i wasn’t writing for a bit on my blooog other than i saw a movie and i liked it i watched survivor i like paradise hotel etcetera. but now i don’t take those crazy horse tranquilizer sized pills and i got most of my personality back.
she doesn’t smoke she just poseur smokes. tell her to get her own blog so she can write candidly there and not take over the world in my comments though everyone loves it when she does. my mum is mental over cats and talks to them. yep. she has this friend julian who is in the army now or something and he was dating this chick named desire and she was like banging other dudes they broke up and he bumps into her at this bar and he has this gadgety-thing that can add noises over the sound system so he was in another booth going desire is a slut desire is a slut over and over and desire could hear it over the sound system and not know who was doing it.
