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whoakay... wtf... i gained 2 lbs. not good not good! i need to lose 15 lbs. fuck. i see some random stranger reading thinking I'm a 16 yo schoolgirl.
*also: playing Depeche Mode's Precious is just asking for depression.*
this entry has no structure. it'll be one of those "delete-when-i'm-sober-and-shameful" entries, so enjoy while you still can, fuckers.
i was wasted last night in the Castro cause *Ray* decided to take a break and get his ass up from his gay porn-shoots in LA. at one point, we were in the elevator of this random building (i have no fucking clue where we were or what we were doing most of the time), and this random woman (40 yo milf-type, nice tits and all) gets on at the next floor. *Ray* and I n' some of his friends all exchange glances ike "hi... out of place much?"
I bet she's one of those Mrs.Robinson types out to visit her boytoy for the weekend, who knows- or maybe she's a transexual man whe is just coming home from a night out--dude, it's San Francisco. She's checking out one of our friends tattoos. And I'm checking out her watch. Then she sees me checking her out. So I start talking (with slight slurring).
"Gucci?"
"How did you know?"
"I work there."
"Oh! Do you? I love that store on Post Street!"
"Sorry don't work in retail, I'm doing corporate stuff."
"Oh must pay well."
"Not as well as what you must get."
"So where are you all from?" She says after awkward silence.
"Around."
"oh okay. I noticed that a lot of you have tattoos."
"Yeah, you wanna see mine?"
"Okay- where is it?" She asks, inquisitively.
"I'll show you the one near my dick."
"What? Wow! Does that hurt to get it there?"
"Not really, I didn't get it right on it, see..."
*Proceeds to pull pants down*- Her eyes narrow, a wrinkle forms on her forehead.
"I get what you're going for."- she says, after a moment of careful deliberation.
"Oh?"- I ask, half interested, half out of courtesy.
"Corporate-type on the weekdays, kinky rough trick on the weekends"- She says, triumphantly.
"Haha... right on the money" - I entertain her.
*She stands back a little, as though to get everthing in perspective, eventhough my pants are already up*
"Lookin' good. Suits you." She says with a "I'm so hip and liberal" smile, then she steps off the elevator, turns around, and smiles, "See you around"-- her smile seeming more forced by the second.
-The doors close. We burst out laughing.-
Damn. Don't know how I feel.
*also: playing Depeche Mode's Precious is just asking for depression.*
this entry has no structure. it'll be one of those "delete-when-i'm-sober-and-shameful" entries, so enjoy while you still can, fuckers.
i was wasted last night in the Castro cause *Ray* decided to take a break and get his ass up from his gay porn-shoots in LA. at one point, we were in the elevator of this random building (i have no fucking clue where we were or what we were doing most of the time), and this random woman (40 yo milf-type, nice tits and all) gets on at the next floor. *Ray* and I n' some of his friends all exchange glances ike "hi... out of place much?"
I bet she's one of those Mrs.Robinson types out to visit her boytoy for the weekend, who knows- or maybe she's a transexual man whe is just coming home from a night out--dude, it's San Francisco. She's checking out one of our friends tattoos. And I'm checking out her watch. Then she sees me checking her out. So I start talking (with slight slurring).
"Gucci?"
"How did you know?"
"I work there."
"Oh! Do you? I love that store on Post Street!"
"Sorry don't work in retail, I'm doing corporate stuff."
"Oh must pay well."
"Not as well as what you must get."
"So where are you all from?" She says after awkward silence.
"Around."
"oh okay. I noticed that a lot of you have tattoos."
"Yeah, you wanna see mine?"
"Okay- where is it?" She asks, inquisitively.
"I'll show you the one near my dick."
"What? Wow! Does that hurt to get it there?"
"Not really, I didn't get it right on it, see..."
*Proceeds to pull pants down*- Her eyes narrow, a wrinkle forms on her forehead.
"I get what you're going for."- she says, after a moment of careful deliberation.
"Oh?"- I ask, half interested, half out of courtesy.
"Corporate-type on the weekdays, kinky rough trick on the weekends"- She says, triumphantly.
"Haha... right on the money" - I entertain her.
*She stands back a little, as though to get everthing in perspective, eventhough my pants are already up*
"Lookin' good. Suits you." She says with a "I'm so hip and liberal" smile, then she steps off the elevator, turns around, and smiles, "See you around"-- her smile seeming more forced by the second.
-The doors close. We burst out laughing.-
Damn. Don't know how I feel.