What I did on Saturday. [private]
So. Homecoming.
Some of last night is a little blurry. I'd already had a few shots to loosen me up a bit before I got to the dance and started dumping the punch down my throat. I vaguely remember crying. I'm not sure what over.
And then there was Jayne. I know I humiliated myself in front of him. I'm a sloppy and horribly maudlin drunk.
Note to self: find the person who spiked the punch and give them a good solid kick in the ass. My head is absolutely killing me, and I'm sore all over. It sure it doesn't help that I spent the night on the floor of Jayne's bedroom.
We danced. Or, well, swayed. I think he mostly held me upright, which was just fine with me at the time. It felt very nice. I may or may not have expressed some embarrassing sentiment or another. It's not like the poem I left on his front door on Friday wasn't an embarrassing sentiment, but at least it was anonymous.
So anyway. We danced. We kissed. Things got really intense. Jayne took me back to his place, where Bagoas was sleeping in his bed. This made me feel a little upset, but it's not like I have any right to say anything about it. And besides, Jayne is very charming and very convincing when he wants to be. And he makes a decent pillow.
The scene this morning when everyone woke up was a little tense. It makes my head hurt to think about it, actually, so I'm not going to. I'm going to lick my wounds, drink a pot of coffee or two, and lose myself in a Laguna Beach marathon on MTV.
Can those kids be any more shallow? Good times!
Some of last night is a little blurry. I'd already had a few shots to loosen me up a bit before I got to the dance and started dumping the punch down my throat. I vaguely remember crying. I'm not sure what over.
And then there was Jayne. I know I humiliated myself in front of him. I'm a sloppy and horribly maudlin drunk.
Note to self: find the person who spiked the punch and give them a good solid kick in the ass. My head is absolutely killing me, and I'm sore all over. It sure it doesn't help that I spent the night on the floor of Jayne's bedroom.
We danced. Or, well, swayed. I think he mostly held me upright, which was just fine with me at the time. It felt very nice. I may or may not have expressed some embarrassing sentiment or another. It's not like the poem I left on his front door on Friday wasn't an embarrassing sentiment, but at least it was anonymous.
So anyway. We danced. We kissed. Things got really intense. Jayne took me back to his place, where Bagoas was sleeping in his bed. This made me feel a little upset, but it's not like I have any right to say anything about it. And besides, Jayne is very charming and very convincing when he wants to be. And he makes a decent pillow.
The scene this morning when everyone woke up was a little tense. It makes my head hurt to think about it, actually, so I'm not going to. I'm going to lick my wounds, drink a pot of coffee or two, and lose myself in a Laguna Beach marathon on MTV.
Can those kids be any more shallow? Good times!