Sunday, May 9, 2010
Monday, September 7, 2009
so
After finding some you sort'a care about fucking some girl. It just makes you think. I mean sure shit happens. Now the point of my writing this is not to be sad about some stupid guy fucking me over once more. Any woman could count back to the 13Th birthday when that first guys fucked them over. But really I'm here to think about how in the fuck does one man get stuck in the tiny little narrow mind of a woman?
and here's a story that makes no sense to anything and probably stupid,
It could have been a Saturday morning, but I'm almost sure it was a Sunday, the first time I woke up to my self naked and some guy snoring right into my fucking ear. It felt like he was trying to be at loud as he could. After about ten minutes or so, I was happy just to be in my own bed. The guy half laying on my leg and shoulder were going numb. I slid out from under him put my legs over the side of the bad pushed my hands to my face and thought.(What the fuck is this guys name?) lifting up after a few secants. I get up to get in the shower. That's when I start thinking, well the situation is not that bad, I could wake him up, tall him I got to work and the random man in my bed will be gone. Unless some how he has my number. Slowly I take his phone off from the ground, my number in there is in his phone, the funny thing about it is that my name have the number 3 in it. More then likely put in there by some drunken hand. Me giving my number out is not that big of a deal here, but I will say waking up to one in my bed, that was a little different.
{Okay I could turn everything around , and say the guys wakes up and want to keep talking to me and really forgives fucking on the first night I met him, but that is not the truth. }
Once the guy wakes up and get dressed, luckily I'm in the shower when this all happens. And once I'm out the shower, me in a towel, him ready to leave, "what street is this?" my reply was, "look out the window" the reason I say that is because I lived on the main street. It was not hard to find were ever you needed to go. The boy goes to the window. Say's " ahh? thanks," and walked right out of the door. And there it was the first out of what now seems like a one thousand now.
and here's a story that makes no sense to anything and probably stupid,
It could have been a Saturday morning, but I'm almost sure it was a Sunday, the first time I woke up to my self naked and some guy snoring right into my fucking ear. It felt like he was trying to be at loud as he could. After about ten minutes or so, I was happy just to be in my own bed. The guy half laying on my leg and shoulder were going numb. I slid out from under him put my legs over the side of the bad pushed my hands to my face and thought.(What the fuck is this guys name?) lifting up after a few secants. I get up to get in the shower. That's when I start thinking, well the situation is not that bad, I could wake him up, tall him I got to work and the random man in my bed will be gone. Unless some how he has my number. Slowly I take his phone off from the ground, my number in there is in his phone, the funny thing about it is that my name have the number 3 in it. More then likely put in there by some drunken hand. Me giving my number out is not that big of a deal here, but I will say waking up to one in my bed, that was a little different.
{Okay I could turn everything around , and say the guys wakes up and want to keep talking to me and really forgives fucking on the first night I met him, but that is not the truth. }
Once the guy wakes up and get dressed, luckily I'm in the shower when this all happens. And once I'm out the shower, me in a towel, him ready to leave, "what street is this?" my reply was, "look out the window" the reason I say that is because I lived on the main street. It was not hard to find were ever you needed to go. The boy goes to the window. Say's " ahh? thanks," and walked right out of the door. And there it was the first out of what now seems like a one thousand now.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Your a bad person You have no right to say anything to anyone you stupid fat fuck, sometimes the bast way to talk to someone is late night drunk, half naked in their bed. someone the best days are spent drunk with someone you hardly know.. then fucking them.
And when someone like's someone they start liking and doing what the other person does, not because they like it or anything, but just because everybody wants to fall in love with themselves.
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