in one instant
the words can't escape my mouth so easily these days. things take longer to surface from under my thin skin. i know what i feel, but i can't put it into words. it's out of control.
so, this morning, before going home to sleep, i stopped at anthony's (pinky) house. i called him when i got off from work. he was watching music videos. his room was a total mess. he made me come in through his window. i felt like i was in high school. he had that same sheepish smile he always has when we hang out. he lit up a joint, and we both were taking hits. we talked about how we thought the world should end. this was my choice as a conversational topic. then, we started making out. that only led to sex. wow. he's amazing in the sack--not overly aggressive at all which is my problem with lots of guys. anyway, once we were done; he said he wanted to play some songs for me. i wanted to go home and sleep, but i stayed because he did after all just nail me (quite well at that). he played some cure, the smiths (which i can't stand), and for some strange reason, green day. he thanked me for listening to the songs. i thanked him for not asking for anything of me. he said that my occasional company was working for him. i told him that his occasional company was working for me too. we started making out again, but i had to cut things short so that i could get some sleep.
now, i'm up. i think i'm going to go back to sleep. wake me up when it's the apocalypse, please.