Twas a glorious ocassion.
Bring me men - bring me men to match my mountains
Bring me men - bring me men to match my plains
Men with Empires
Men with Empires in their purpose
And new - and new eras in their brains
"Empires"-Lamya
Sean, Ryan, and I all went into Boston to go shopping at H&M to get pretty do-woops and glitter-flashies. Sean was late, as always, so Ryan and I shopped and then went to Deanna's apartment in order that we not freeze to death due to the unspeakable cold. Of course, my father was there, which was a fantastic surprise, but we played it off well. I changed into the clothes that I had bought since my pants were wet with sand and salt. Icky. I purchased one of those pussy hoodies that Ryan has, only mine is in a light creme-like color. It's pretty hot. ^_^ I have to buy that belt-like bracelet, too. Accessories... I must have them all. A little while later, Sean called and we met up near Deanna's house and went to Copley. We got some food after going into Sephora and making ourselves smell like French whores. We wandered around some more and made several bathroom stops, seeing as Sean has a bladder the size of a Brazil nut. God, we smoked like chimmenies. I'm not going to smoke again for a while. Then Ryan and I had to get going...
So my parents were in Boston last night over my sister's house, watching Adonis. Naturally this meant that I had to have people sleep over. Thus began our wonderous night of pleasure. We walked to Ryan's house and arranged to meet up with Erica. In the time that it took her to get ready, Ryan and I watched Comedy Central, which was showcasing tons (and I mean tons) of fat, black women. They were fucking hilarious. I noticed how when I stand to the side, I sort of disappear. I look like a toothpick wearing a pussy hoody and pussy pants. It's kind of funny in a sick sort of way. I really love those pants though... That reminds me that I have to sew one of the pockets on my sweatshirt. So, yes, we met up and got to my house, which was freezing since the heat had been off all day. I had lasagna, as did Ryan, and Erica and Ryan ordered pizza. She eventually picked out "The Good Girl" (so depressing) to watch and my television went on the fritz, blacking out during the sex scenes and other important moments of the film. Poo. It started to get cold downstairs, so we went upstairs to my toasty, space heater-heated room where we tried to sleep, but really ended up telling Erica to shut the hell up for a good hour. (We love you, Erica!) However, Ryan and I soon slipped into a drug-induced sleep.
I woke up, slightly confused, wondering why Ryan wasn't hitting the alarm. Erica's head wasn't moving and it was noticeably colder in my room. Why was that? Because the window was open. Great. I tried to sleep, but, let's face it, my bed creaks so that wasn't happening. They got ready and left to work, leaving me to start on my project/homework. I don't think that that will happen until a little bit later. God, I'm tired. I'm sleeping so well tonight; it's going to be amazing. I need sex.
Bring me men - bring me men to match my plains
Men with Empires
Men with Empires in their purpose
And new - and new eras in their brains
"Empires"-Lamya
Sean, Ryan, and I all went into Boston to go shopping at H&M to get pretty do-woops and glitter-flashies. Sean was late, as always, so Ryan and I shopped and then went to Deanna's apartment in order that we not freeze to death due to the unspeakable cold. Of course, my father was there, which was a fantastic surprise, but we played it off well. I changed into the clothes that I had bought since my pants were wet with sand and salt. Icky. I purchased one of those pussy hoodies that Ryan has, only mine is in a light creme-like color. It's pretty hot. ^_^ I have to buy that belt-like bracelet, too. Accessories... I must have them all. A little while later, Sean called and we met up near Deanna's house and went to Copley. We got some food after going into Sephora and making ourselves smell like French whores. We wandered around some more and made several bathroom stops, seeing as Sean has a bladder the size of a Brazil nut. God, we smoked like chimmenies. I'm not going to smoke again for a while. Then Ryan and I had to get going...
So my parents were in Boston last night over my sister's house, watching Adonis. Naturally this meant that I had to have people sleep over. Thus began our wonderous night of pleasure. We walked to Ryan's house and arranged to meet up with Erica. In the time that it took her to get ready, Ryan and I watched Comedy Central, which was showcasing tons (and I mean tons) of fat, black women. They were fucking hilarious. I noticed how when I stand to the side, I sort of disappear. I look like a toothpick wearing a pussy hoody and pussy pants. It's kind of funny in a sick sort of way. I really love those pants though... That reminds me that I have to sew one of the pockets on my sweatshirt. So, yes, we met up and got to my house, which was freezing since the heat had been off all day. I had lasagna, as did Ryan, and Erica and Ryan ordered pizza. She eventually picked out "The Good Girl" (so depressing) to watch and my television went on the fritz, blacking out during the sex scenes and other important moments of the film. Poo. It started to get cold downstairs, so we went upstairs to my toasty, space heater-heated room where we tried to sleep, but really ended up telling Erica to shut the hell up for a good hour. (We love you, Erica!) However, Ryan and I soon slipped into a drug-induced sleep.
I woke up, slightly confused, wondering why Ryan wasn't hitting the alarm. Erica's head wasn't moving and it was noticeably colder in my room. Why was that? Because the window was open. Great. I tried to sleep, but, let's face it, my bed creaks so that wasn't happening. They got ready and left to work, leaving me to start on my project/homework. I don't think that that will happen until a little bit later. God, I'm tired. I'm sleeping so well tonight; it's going to be amazing. I need sex.