"I don't want to say 'goodbye', so instead I'll say 'see you later' "
My feet are currently damp and muddy. Stupid corduroy shoes. I swear, they're as absorbent as tampons.
There was a party on Foxfire last night. Not the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it was fun to be around all my friends again. Only Lauren was missing. Other than her noticeable absence, there were plenty of people to keep me company: Kelley, John, Taban, Rachael, Marshall, Adam, Dane, etcetc. I didn't drink as much as I would have liked but I drank enough to be able to forget some valuable, albeit painful, pieces of information.
Woke up a couple hours ago and I'm just now noticing that I smell of Kelley's bed/room. Gah, I hate the feeling of sleeping in the same bed as someone then waking up and realizing that, for all intents and purposes, you might as well have slept by yourself. When I need to cuddle, I need to cuddle and there is no substitute. And for the record, sleeping facing outward on the opposite side of the bed doesn't count as cuddling. I'm not sure how the two could ever be confused, but I figured I'd clarify.
Thursday was pool with Carl night. I lost one match due to my own decision not to play by the "Kansas City Rules". I lost all the rest due to nothing but pure suckage. But I got to look at Carl's ass a lot, so that's good.
dammit.
There was a party on Foxfire last night. Not the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it was fun to be around all my friends again. Only Lauren was missing. Other than her noticeable absence, there were plenty of people to keep me company: Kelley, John, Taban, Rachael, Marshall, Adam, Dane, etcetc. I didn't drink as much as I would have liked but I drank enough to be able to forget some valuable, albeit painful, pieces of information.
Woke up a couple hours ago and I'm just now noticing that I smell of Kelley's bed/room. Gah, I hate the feeling of sleeping in the same bed as someone then waking up and realizing that, for all intents and purposes, you might as well have slept by yourself. When I need to cuddle, I need to cuddle and there is no substitute. And for the record, sleeping facing outward on the opposite side of the bed doesn't count as cuddling. I'm not sure how the two could ever be confused, but I figured I'd clarify.
Thursday was pool with Carl night. I lost one match due to my own decision not to play by the "Kansas City Rules". I lost all the rest due to nothing but pure suckage. But I got to look at Carl's ass a lot, so that's good.
dammit.