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As I sit here with my pomegranete hair dye setting, I reflect on the last couple of weeks. The guy I went on a date with in my last entry became my boyfriend of three months, who I ended up dumping for extenuating circumstances. I'm now dating a lover romance skater boy who I shall call Mon Chere.
Tonight, Stella, Mon Chere and I and perhaps a few other friends are checking out a wicked house party, chock full of metal. I'm not sure how well I'll last, seeing as I went to the Piggy yesterday to meet Mon Chere's friends. Apparently I passed approval, being that I'm funny, pretty and not shy about drinking beer. Also, I play drinking games with the guys, so they like that, but fuck dude, so do I :) I've always played with the boys. It was nice hanging with people my age, which was a big thing with Man I, he was 10 years older then me, and I was still more mature and put together. I couldn't take it after a while.
Now it is time to rinse, who knows? I may even post photos...
Tonight, Stella, Mon Chere and I and perhaps a few other friends are checking out a wicked house party, chock full of metal. I'm not sure how well I'll last, seeing as I went to the Piggy yesterday to meet Mon Chere's friends. Apparently I passed approval, being that I'm funny, pretty and not shy about drinking beer. Also, I play drinking games with the guys, so they like that, but fuck dude, so do I :) I've always played with the boys. It was nice hanging with people my age, which was a big thing with Man I, he was 10 years older then me, and I was still more mature and put together. I couldn't take it after a while.
Now it is time to rinse, who knows? I may even post photos...