writing & remembering because i'm bored at 8am

[in_avocado]

i sat on jacks knee impatiently as though i was still six years old and waiting for the church sermon to be finished. as i tried wiggling free he held tightly to my shirt & pulled me back, assuring me that i was safe. i bit my lip & he moved my hands across the vinyl, pushing the needle forward. he introduced me to all the buttons & levers, showing me how to skip from one song to the next. we argued about the level the bass should be at. i pleaded with him to let me down. i wanted to dance & had no more patience for learning the art of DJing. i turned on dizzee rascal & jumped from the tower we sat on. he came down too...and we danced until i could not remember anything else.

i realize now that the last thing i remember before my body gave up for three straight days--was sitting in the car drinking beer & singing "a funky song to fuck to.." with adam & brianne. that makes me ridiculously happy/eager to get back in to the swing of things.

also, my good friend 'slut face dawn' just text messaged me saying, "get drunk, lady! you're free to get high..." which can be easily translated in to..."i just woke up after a night of sex with someone awesome."
firstly, dawn is never awake this early unless she hasn't gone to bed yet. this means she must have slept with someone who has school to wake up for. which means it was matt the giant. i'm so inspired. god damn!