He Lost Control
Hello kids! The word for today is: sexual frustration...actually, that's two.
So I partied with Will last night at Sidetracks. The Sox won the world series so everyone was going hysterical. Even tho I think it's a bunch of bull that out of nowhere everybody's a Sox fan who denied the Sox like a red headed step child for the Cubs. Who's gives a shit anyway, I hate sports. So we were partying and all that fun stuff. I got a little tipsy and my loins were on fire. Ryan, the annoying hippie from last year, found us there and chilled with us for a while. Thankfully, we lost him at Don Taco (I still think that place is overrated). So we get back to my place and go to my room. We're chillin' on the futon and I start to rub and all that fun stuff...then he stops me. He tells me all this hoopla that he's not all that into guys and yadda yadda yadda, even tho he knows I'm talented at certain things. While he's trynna explain himself I'm thinkin' "dude I've heard this bull for so long I probably have it somewhere on an 8-track". If you're supposed bi then why don't you do anything. I'm so annoyed with these pseudo bi-people. Plus his whole thing was that he didn't think it would be fair for me to things to him and he doesn't do things to me. Even tho I keep telling him I'd rather be on the giving end than the receiving end. Why bitches always gotta respect me and shit. This innocent thing does not work in my favor. Really I'm not that innocent anymore. I really do think I'm boy repellent. I stop being prude with the whole sex thing now all of a sudden everyone is being stingy with their sexual organs.
And then there's the Gabe drama. I drunken text him asking if it would be okay to go out sometime and now he never calls me. I don't regret asking him tho because I was tired of having feelings for him and him not knowing. Why do boys become so weird when they find out I like them?...The world may never know
So I partied with Will last night at Sidetracks. The Sox won the world series so everyone was going hysterical. Even tho I think it's a bunch of bull that out of nowhere everybody's a Sox fan who denied the Sox like a red headed step child for the Cubs. Who's gives a shit anyway, I hate sports. So we were partying and all that fun stuff. I got a little tipsy and my loins were on fire. Ryan, the annoying hippie from last year, found us there and chilled with us for a while. Thankfully, we lost him at Don Taco (I still think that place is overrated). So we get back to my place and go to my room. We're chillin' on the futon and I start to rub and all that fun stuff...then he stops me. He tells me all this hoopla that he's not all that into guys and yadda yadda yadda, even tho he knows I'm talented at certain things. While he's trynna explain himself I'm thinkin' "dude I've heard this bull for so long I probably have it somewhere on an 8-track". If you're supposed bi then why don't you do anything. I'm so annoyed with these pseudo bi-people. Plus his whole thing was that he didn't think it would be fair for me to things to him and he doesn't do things to me. Even tho I keep telling him I'd rather be on the giving end than the receiving end. Why bitches always gotta respect me and shit. This innocent thing does not work in my favor. Really I'm not that innocent anymore. I really do think I'm boy repellent. I stop being prude with the whole sex thing now all of a sudden everyone is being stingy with their sexual organs.
And then there's the Gabe drama. I drunken text him asking if it would be okay to go out sometime and now he never calls me. I don't regret asking him tho because I was tired of having feelings for him and him not knowing. Why do boys become so weird when they find out I like them?...The world may never know