Baby's Looking Torn and Frayed
I GOT MY ID Niggas!
Last night was a lot of fun. I was at Energy and some crazy old prostitute man was trying to pick up some kid named Jon - and Jon was totally laying it in to him - it was hilarious. Like, really hysterical.
Afterwards, Jon bought me a drink and we were sitting there chatting about the Mafia and The Surreal Life when the prostitute came back again and tried to pick Jon up again, not even realizing HE'D JUST TRIED PICKING HIM UP, AND WAS TOLD HE WAS DISGUSTING!
Oh man, Meth addicts make me so happy.
I also ran into Jason last night. It was then that I realized that all men are exactly the same.
Jason had spent the night on Tuesday night and we'd cuddled and stuff (seriously, we actually didn't have sex. How cool is that?). Then we spent the entire next day together, just doing random shit because neither of us had any money, so we decided to just wreck havoc on anywhere we could walk to. We had a good time. So much so that he didn't want to leave when i said I was going to head home. I invited him back, but obviously he needed to go home, as he hadn't been home all day, and although he had showered at my place, he was still wearing the same clothes. So naturally he had to go home. So we exchanged numbers with the promise that he was going to head back to my house again that night - and that he'd call me when he was in the area so I could tell him exactly how to get there or otherwise meet him there. This was Wednesday night.
He never called that night, and I didn't hear from him Thursday. I'd just shrugged it off, because I was only really half-expecting him to call me that night anyway, so it wasn't any big disappointment. And he had mentioned some drama with his roommate that had been going on, so I figured something had come up with that or maybe he'd died... who knows? But the point is that I didn't really think about it too much.
He was at Energy last night when i got there, and I smiled and waved to him from across the club when i saw him. A few minutes later, when i'm outside, he comes up to me apologizing profusely about not calling Wednesday night and how his roommate and he had gotten into a big fight and some other shit and he'd just stayed home the last couple of days trying to settle shit down or whatever.
I was just like, "Dude, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I wasn't really worried about it. I figured something had come up, so don't sweat it."
Things were cool for a bit until some guy came up who he apparently knew. The guy just comes up and starts saying "Dude, I saw you at Miribar Wednesday night - sorry for not saying hi" or some shit.
I just chuckled. I mean seriously. I wasn't asking questions. He didn't have to make up some bullshit excuse for not calling. He could have just come out and said he didn't feel like coming over. or he could have not said anything at all... I wasn't asking questions.
Why do people feel the need to lie about stupid shit? Like I would have been totally offended if he'd said "Oh, I got a call from a friend and decided to go to Miribar" or something. Like, seriously, why do people always need to save face when they don't even have to?
Anyway, i got my ID, which means tattoo is forthcoming!
Last night was a lot of fun. I was at Energy and some crazy old prostitute man was trying to pick up some kid named Jon - and Jon was totally laying it in to him - it was hilarious. Like, really hysterical.
Afterwards, Jon bought me a drink and we were sitting there chatting about the Mafia and The Surreal Life when the prostitute came back again and tried to pick Jon up again, not even realizing HE'D JUST TRIED PICKING HIM UP, AND WAS TOLD HE WAS DISGUSTING!
Oh man, Meth addicts make me so happy.
I also ran into Jason last night. It was then that I realized that all men are exactly the same.
Jason had spent the night on Tuesday night and we'd cuddled and stuff (seriously, we actually didn't have sex. How cool is that?). Then we spent the entire next day together, just doing random shit because neither of us had any money, so we decided to just wreck havoc on anywhere we could walk to. We had a good time. So much so that he didn't want to leave when i said I was going to head home. I invited him back, but obviously he needed to go home, as he hadn't been home all day, and although he had showered at my place, he was still wearing the same clothes. So naturally he had to go home. So we exchanged numbers with the promise that he was going to head back to my house again that night - and that he'd call me when he was in the area so I could tell him exactly how to get there or otherwise meet him there. This was Wednesday night.
He never called that night, and I didn't hear from him Thursday. I'd just shrugged it off, because I was only really half-expecting him to call me that night anyway, so it wasn't any big disappointment. And he had mentioned some drama with his roommate that had been going on, so I figured something had come up with that or maybe he'd died... who knows? But the point is that I didn't really think about it too much.
He was at Energy last night when i got there, and I smiled and waved to him from across the club when i saw him. A few minutes later, when i'm outside, he comes up to me apologizing profusely about not calling Wednesday night and how his roommate and he had gotten into a big fight and some other shit and he'd just stayed home the last couple of days trying to settle shit down or whatever.
I was just like, "Dude, you don't have to explain yourself to me. I wasn't really worried about it. I figured something had come up, so don't sweat it."
Things were cool for a bit until some guy came up who he apparently knew. The guy just comes up and starts saying "Dude, I saw you at Miribar Wednesday night - sorry for not saying hi" or some shit.
I just chuckled. I mean seriously. I wasn't asking questions. He didn't have to make up some bullshit excuse for not calling. He could have just come out and said he didn't feel like coming over. or he could have not said anything at all... I wasn't asking questions.
Why do people feel the need to lie about stupid shit? Like I would have been totally offended if he'd said "Oh, I got a call from a friend and decided to go to Miribar" or something. Like, seriously, why do people always need to save face when they don't even have to?
Anyway, i got my ID, which means tattoo is forthcoming!