Pfft.
I got drunk and danced, but I think I accidentally inhaled (yes I mean that truthfully, I walked by it) weed, which made loud bass thumping in my chest absolutely delicious. Fell hazardously in love by the way of a very skilled mouth and tongue on my neck, (someone that I already had a huge crush on, so I felt amazingly good). Smacked back into reality by someone else's comment. Wondered around the rest of the night after everyone went to bed, talked to total strangers. Came back, slept in my clothes, boots and all. Woke up just after dawn, sat on the grass.
Then when he came out after me and did that stupid nuzzling thing into my neck, I asked if his girlfriend would approve, he said it was all nothing, that we're just friends. (it's my fault, my lines between friends and lovers is hard to draw, he probably thought it was the same way I treat my er... others. To be fair I had just been nibbling someone else's neck before he started on mine....) But god it felt good, I just wanted to let him keep doing it.
Go fucking figure. Self, this is your fault. You whore-bag.
I feel fucking wrecked to pieces. My body is shot from the alcohol. I nearly destroyed someones phone on the train home because they were playing some god forsaken movie that had loud screechy train noise and it was loud and my head was pounding and I hate people.
That was my weekend f-list, how was yours?
Edit: SON OF A BITCH, CASTLE, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY ESCAPE. MY. ESCAPE. But you just had to have a steam-punk episode when I was in the worst state of mind imaginable and all it did was remind me of him. And now the fic I was writing is useless, cause it was steam-punk themed and I feel like a cheating cheater who cheats. Well maybe not. It was more along the horror Victorian line then the honorable romantic line.
Then when he came out after me and did that stupid nuzzling thing into my neck, I asked if his girlfriend would approve, he said it was all nothing, that we're just friends. (it's my fault, my lines between friends and lovers is hard to draw, he probably thought it was the same way I treat my er... others. To be fair I had just been nibbling someone else's neck before he started on mine....) But god it felt good, I just wanted to let him keep doing it.
Go fucking figure. Self, this is your fault. You whore-bag.
I feel fucking wrecked to pieces. My body is shot from the alcohol. I nearly destroyed someones phone on the train home because they were playing some god forsaken movie that had loud screechy train noise and it was loud and my head was pounding and I hate people.
That was my weekend f-list, how was yours?
Edit: SON OF A BITCH, CASTLE, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY ESCAPE. MY. ESCAPE. But you just had to have a steam-punk episode when I was in the worst state of mind imaginable and all it did was remind me of him. And now the fic I was writing is useless, cause it was steam-punk themed and I feel like a cheating cheater who cheats. Well maybe not. It was more along the horror Victorian line then the honorable romantic line.