|How the fuck did this dude become a doctor?
||[Apr. 14th, 2005|08:53 am]
|||||Bob Marley- "Buffalo Soldier"||]|
Broken glass embedded into my finger, Blue pulled it out and then it was apparent that I needed stitches due to the fact that blood was squirting from my finger. Ha, what a fucking trip. Blue let me borrow some threads since I didn't want to go to the hospital in a skirt with this crappy weather I'm still not use to (and probably never will be). Good thing I borrowed a pair of his pants because the doc that was trying to "sew me up" was so fucking shady. If I hadn't been so gone I would have smacked him around like the bitch he is, but given I was woozy as hell
and still high on Blow, Forrest took care of it for me. He keeps saying all the right things. And the look on his face when I mentioned something along the lines of having slit something else by accident makes me believe what he says. Ugh, ew, so mushy.
And? Hayden is my other lover. I plan to cover him up in whip cream and lick him clean. Mmm, yummy. Would you like a cherry at your request?
Damn him for being GAY. Fucking A. But hey, we might have a threesome and that might be the closest to fucking him as I'll get. We're running away back to Cali soon for the weather, bonfires, the ocean God I miss surfing so much and REAL parties. We're talking about smoking out and CHILLING, none of this "I'm going to talk shit and you're not going to do anything" bullshit. VIP status all the way. Fuck a dorm party, unless it's college material.