Everything Comes in Threes

Mar 03, 2007 14:36

Last night was a co-workers bday party at her house out in Geneva. It was genuinely a great time. Got naked of course, did a keg stand (haha), ate some cake, played fuck the dealer, played guitar. Yea I was smashed. The boy from last night (that I kissed) kept calling me, asking if I was coming over. I told him to keep calling me because I'll forget to call him so he did. He called me back once again..or so I thought it was him and I figured it's time to go hang out with him. Turns out it was best friend. It was around 3 in the morning and I'm on the way to his house. I get pulled over because I'm going the wrong way down the street and cars we're so pissed at me. The cop was even more pissed but she told me to get on the right side of the road. I think that's the third time I've been pulled over drunk. I finally get to his house. The boy I smooched from last night was passed out the couch. His best friend led me to his room where we got a little... physical. I was told we could keep it a secret. hahah. I'm scandalous. It was the third night in a row I kissed a boy. A different boy. Three different boys. I'm going to hell. That or I'm going to end up with an infection. So hot.
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