Ray's famous stories
Jordan and I broke up again tonight. It's not the first time and realisticly won't be the last. It's just that by now, after 7 1/2 months - three of which actually being with him in person- I'm noticing terrible corruptions within the both of us. To start, I am (for my own reading pleasure) going to recount the entirety of our relationship. In short of course, and while listenning to The Mars Volta. Mmmmm...
So we met last January and strangely enough by accident and on AIM. While living with Adriane in Lake O, I was on the computer one night and his aim to her popped up. I told him that I was on her sn and that it wasn't her. So we got to talking, because he had dated my friends Angela and Chiana, so I knew who he was, though I had never met him. He knew of me through some of his friends. So we talked, for probably two to three days, and planned to meet. The next night, Mikhel, who I had recently broken up with, wouldn't leave me alone via telephone. So I called Jordan, and he came to get me in LO from Camas. We emmediately hit it off and spent the night making out and all that jazz.
That was the 15th of January. And we had already determined that we were falling in love. SHOCKING.
Soooo, I saw him 5 days later on my 18th birthday. We went to a terrible party with Tim, Angela (kind of awkward) and Wade. Him and I went back to his house and had sex, earlier that night some drunk bastard had stumbled up to me while I was getting my ass slapped for it being my b-day and he was telling me how hot I was, when he noticed Jordan, he asked if we were together, he said we were. And that's how we became official. Best sex of my life. Oh my lands.
So thennn a week later I decided to leave for California. When I told him he said that we had better find a chapel fast. It was strange because of all the times I'd been proposed to, this time I actually could just run off and get married, and wanted to. Thank God Jordan has more sense than that. He then told me that it was unfair of him to ask me to wait for him, but that he'd like me to. And to have fun at the beach and not date any sharks.
So I left, and I wasn't sad until I walke him to his car the last night I saw him before the trip, and gave him a hug. When I stepped back and looked into his eyes we both held back tears. I was really surprised at how much I wanted to love him, and really, stay.
But I left.
And dated people and took too many drugs allll the time and hated life and tried to work my way back up to Portland. But it just took too damn long. So I hooked up with one of my old program buddies, Audrey. She and I had hung out practicly everyday anyway, so when she was kicked out of her house, I let her move into my apartment that I eventually got, that is after my roomie jessica kicked me out for gettign too close with her boyfriend, who I didn't even do anything with or liked or found to be attractive. Anyway, so my aunt gave me this apartment. And I let her move in and my drug use went sky hight. Percadans, vikoden, salmas, valum, pot, coke, andything i could get my hands on, and there was always a lot.
Four months went by and I missed Jordan terribly. We spent all that time on the phone, while I had gone off and did my thing- no matter who I'd been with, what I'd done, what I'd taken, there was always my only love, my only happiness to come home to. And that was a phone converstaion with Him. I only wanted to go back to him which led to me doing more and more drugs. I couldn't take living in socal anymore, all of the discusting people, the fashions, the lifestyles, there were all tasteless pigs. Anyone who goes down there will be back in 2 months, guarenteed.
...to be continued. shortly.
So we met last January and strangely enough by accident and on AIM. While living with Adriane in Lake O, I was on the computer one night and his aim to her popped up. I told him that I was on her sn and that it wasn't her. So we got to talking, because he had dated my friends Angela and Chiana, so I knew who he was, though I had never met him. He knew of me through some of his friends. So we talked, for probably two to three days, and planned to meet. The next night, Mikhel, who I had recently broken up with, wouldn't leave me alone via telephone. So I called Jordan, and he came to get me in LO from Camas. We emmediately hit it off and spent the night making out and all that jazz.
That was the 15th of January. And we had already determined that we were falling in love. SHOCKING.
Soooo, I saw him 5 days later on my 18th birthday. We went to a terrible party with Tim, Angela (kind of awkward) and Wade. Him and I went back to his house and had sex, earlier that night some drunk bastard had stumbled up to me while I was getting my ass slapped for it being my b-day and he was telling me how hot I was, when he noticed Jordan, he asked if we were together, he said we were. And that's how we became official. Best sex of my life. Oh my lands.
So thennn a week later I decided to leave for California. When I told him he said that we had better find a chapel fast. It was strange because of all the times I'd been proposed to, this time I actually could just run off and get married, and wanted to. Thank God Jordan has more sense than that. He then told me that it was unfair of him to ask me to wait for him, but that he'd like me to. And to have fun at the beach and not date any sharks.
So I left, and I wasn't sad until I walke him to his car the last night I saw him before the trip, and gave him a hug. When I stepped back and looked into his eyes we both held back tears. I was really surprised at how much I wanted to love him, and really, stay.
But I left.
And dated people and took too many drugs allll the time and hated life and tried to work my way back up to Portland. But it just took too damn long. So I hooked up with one of my old program buddies, Audrey. She and I had hung out practicly everyday anyway, so when she was kicked out of her house, I let her move into my apartment that I eventually got, that is after my roomie jessica kicked me out for gettign too close with her boyfriend, who I didn't even do anything with or liked or found to be attractive. Anyway, so my aunt gave me this apartment. And I let her move in and my drug use went sky hight. Percadans, vikoden, salmas, valum, pot, coke, andything i could get my hands on, and there was always a lot.
Four months went by and I missed Jordan terribly. We spent all that time on the phone, while I had gone off and did my thing- no matter who I'd been with, what I'd done, what I'd taken, there was always my only love, my only happiness to come home to. And that was a phone converstaion with Him. I only wanted to go back to him which led to me doing more and more drugs. I couldn't take living in socal anymore, all of the discusting people, the fashions, the lifestyles, there were all tasteless pigs. Anyone who goes down there will be back in 2 months, guarenteed.
...to be continued. shortly.