March 11, 1999 |
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You know I totally forgot to mention all the shit I did yesterday. I already told Damon that I got hammered last night. Well, I woke up this morning and I found little hints of shit I did last night around the apartment. Hints of stuff I had forgotten all about. I go to pack my pipe, and when I opened the pot chamber, I found one of my prescription sleeping pills. I veigely remember wanting to know what it would be like to smoke a sleeping pill, so I did. I don't remember what happened. (Maybe forgetting is a symptom?) Okay, so I found the burned sleeping pill in my pot pipe. It smelled bad, so I tossed it out my bedroom window. Then on the refrigerator was a note from my one-night-stand. The guy's name was Timon, but I called him Drill because I couldn't think of a better one for him at the time. I always thought Drill sounded a bit brash for a consort of mine. But now I feel like the title was appropriate after all because he screwed me and then he screwed up, just like a Drill would. See, I have been meaning to tell this guy Timon Drill off for some time now. You know: kind of withdraw my consort offer from him. I just didn't enjoy our sex much that night. He was kinda ugly when he fucked. Besides the fact that my bedroom thermastat was set at INFURNO the night Drill fucked me, he also didn't like kissing, and his dick was half limp the whole night. So, he's crappy in bed, and then on top of it he was really shallow too. He didn't give a shit about pillow talk. He only cared about fucking me. As bad as it was, this Drill guy still only wanted to screw me up. Well, that note from Drill on the refrigerator flooded my head with a memory last night. Drill ended up calling me after all. He never knew I was drunk as a skunk when I punched his time card. And I think I was as BITCH as I could possibly be to him. WHAMBANG! I Slammed him. "I'm done with you now." Is all I can remember. And his response: "Well, I guess if that's what you want. And thanks for the fuck." I also got to hear Josie fuck her boy over the phone. She calls up just for the hell of it one night. I think she originally wanted to check for messages, and then I end up answering the phone. She is at Riley's house. After some chit-chat, she busts out with: "Are you DRUNK?" "Yeah." I says. "How'd you know I wasn't just stoned again?" "Because you don't slur your words when you're stoned." God, she's good. So, I get a little wily when I am drunk, as you probably already know. So I ask Josie to put Riley over the phone. Oh my god, he asks me about my "girlfriend". But I tell him my self discovery that night that I only like DICK. I give him details on how I liked dick, what I didn't like. I faked some: "OH Riley. You poor boy. You want two girls don't you Riley? baby...." Holy shit, I got some blackmail. Mmmmm. Okay, how's THIS for an idea: I wouldn't mind fucking Riley, right? As much as Josie talks about how horny her guy is, I mean why wouldn't I WANT to try on his dick for size? But I don't dare say this to Josie. But JOSIE REALLY would like to have a threesome with Riley, her and Riley's brother. I told her there was no way. Riley doesn't want to see his brother fuck. There's just something unnatural about that. So I think, Josie could ask Riley this question: Hey Riley, would you let me (Josie) fuck you and your brother sometime if I let you fuck Rebecca and I? So anyway, I am drunk last night giving the receiver head, and Riley says "I am fucking her right now." And I am delighted. I think, gee what would be fun to do in this situation? I got Josie's boyfriend fucking her and talking to me. So I tell him to order Josie around. "Slap her butt." "Make her suck you now." Shit like that. Then when it was time for Riley to make lusty, he hands the receiver to Josie. I ask her what he's doing to her. I ask her to describe the fuck. And when she tells me that he spooged all over her belly, I squealed like a baby pig. I only 4 >YOU< out for DERAILED. |
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