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So I haven't been talking to any of my girlies in Florida nearly enough. Katie, and Carrie gosh I miss you. I miss all my other girls too, you know who you are.
So, it's been a while since I have spoken to Patrick for a decent amount of time. I guess it is pretty fucked up of me. I just hope hes like met another girl or something, or has some sort of something in his like to make him not care when what is happening happens. Let me elaborate: I must break up with him, or at least tell him that we need to discontinue this commitment until further notice.
I met myself a really decent guy. More decent than Patrick at least. He may be a smelly, highschool dropout, but at least you can hold a damn conversation with him, but can also be perfectly content in complete silence, and he has an amazing sense of humor. He holds doors open for me and, even though I can't really get used to that, it nice because it shows that he actually has respect for me. The sweet thing about it is that, he actually loves the fact that I don't shave, and I don't feel the least bit bad about not showering before I see him. He plays the drums, which is sweet cause I'm gonna make him teach me. He's fucking beautiful with his little green mohawk, and the way he walks is just fucking, ohhh. Yeah, lol at me and punk, who the hell woulda thunk? Oh I'm a badass rhymer.
I don't know, Monday night I brought vodka over to Mike's and then treated everyone to 40's, so we we're basicly drunk as fuck. We all danced to Reel Big Fish, or Voo Doo Glow Skulls, or something, keep in mind that I was wasted and really don't remember, I just remember us dancing our asses off. So, yes Carl totally was coming on to me, and well after that I don't remember, I just remember someone saying "Paula, you just made out with Carl.", and I didn't believe them for a minute because I didn't remember. Well, we hung out like every day after that and he was all afraid to do anything, so I finally talked to him about it. Friday, he bought 40's for the both of us, and then came to Mike's to hang out with us. After that it was like, yeah, that was it. We have hung out every day since Monday, and all of his friends keep talking about him asking me out, so I assume he's been talking to them about it. Carolyn asked me if that was what I wanted, and I was like, "I don't know, I want to take it slow.".
Apparently that didn't happen. Needless to say, he picked me up in Shana's car last night and we went back to his house. I spent the night there, and damn, I'm like a man when it comes to sex. If he touches my elbow I like pop a boner and I have to stick it somewhere. Whatever, whatever. He's good, he's a sweetheart. It's just really fun to not give a fuck, and do what you please. I can totally do that with him, and all of our friends are rule. He doesnt do drugs and his friends wont be a problem and ugh, fucking amazing. He just asked me out, 10:06pm. gosh. Yep, yep yep, there you go.
So, it's been a while since I have spoken to Patrick for a decent amount of time. I guess it is pretty fucked up of me. I just hope hes like met another girl or something, or has some sort of something in his like to make him not care when what is happening happens. Let me elaborate: I must break up with him, or at least tell him that we need to discontinue this commitment until further notice.
I met myself a really decent guy. More decent than Patrick at least. He may be a smelly, highschool dropout, but at least you can hold a damn conversation with him, but can also be perfectly content in complete silence, and he has an amazing sense of humor. He holds doors open for me and, even though I can't really get used to that, it nice because it shows that he actually has respect for me. The sweet thing about it is that, he actually loves the fact that I don't shave, and I don't feel the least bit bad about not showering before I see him. He plays the drums, which is sweet cause I'm gonna make him teach me. He's fucking beautiful with his little green mohawk, and the way he walks is just fucking, ohhh. Yeah, lol at me and punk, who the hell woulda thunk? Oh I'm a badass rhymer.
I don't know, Monday night I brought vodka over to Mike's and then treated everyone to 40's, so we we're basicly drunk as fuck. We all danced to Reel Big Fish, or Voo Doo Glow Skulls, or something, keep in mind that I was wasted and really don't remember, I just remember us dancing our asses off. So, yes Carl totally was coming on to me, and well after that I don't remember, I just remember someone saying "Paula, you just made out with Carl.", and I didn't believe them for a minute because I didn't remember. Well, we hung out like every day after that and he was all afraid to do anything, so I finally talked to him about it. Friday, he bought 40's for the both of us, and then came to Mike's to hang out with us. After that it was like, yeah, that was it. We have hung out every day since Monday, and all of his friends keep talking about him asking me out, so I assume he's been talking to them about it. Carolyn asked me if that was what I wanted, and I was like, "I don't know, I want to take it slow.".
Apparently that didn't happen. Needless to say, he picked me up in Shana's car last night and we went back to his house. I spent the night there, and damn, I'm like a man when it comes to sex. If he touches my elbow I like pop a boner and I have to stick it somewhere. Whatever, whatever. He's good, he's a sweetheart. It's just really fun to not give a fuck, and do what you please. I can totally do that with him, and all of our friends are rule. He doesnt do drugs and his friends wont be a problem and ugh, fucking amazing. He just asked me out, 10:06pm. gosh. Yep, yep yep, there you go.