"deep throat my nine inch, bitch"
spring breaks for everyone in college should all be the same.
like... mine was two weeks ago and now all of my friends that go to UTK are in for their spring break and everyone wants to party and get down and shit... but god damn! i've got class.
me and baby jesus and jess are going to cashville tonight to visit renen and callan tonight. right now... i am going to take a shower and get all dolled up cause hardwick and a.g. (aka baby jesus) are coming over to drink a beer.
which will be fun cause i haven't seen fuckin hardwick in like... twelve forevers.... but it could be bad because...
oh it doesn't effin matter. i don't care.
god damn.
my eyeballs hurt.
i want an elephant.
a little tiny one. one of those midget elephants that i'm not quite positive exist. but i can pretend.
um... yeah, so i dropped the jew by just like... avoiding his phone calls and telling kari that he freaked me out all kinds of hardcore. . . especially with the flowers.
and the sex was pathetic.
ewwwww.
so- i've picked up a poet.
he writes like... bukowski.
and he takes pictures.
and he's not... um, "conventionally beautiful"... but he's not ugly.
he's neat.
and he drinks PBR.
HELP!!! okay... so the tattoo artist kid guy that i am dating has drawn up a bunch of really neat things for my sleeve piece... and although i THINK i want to just run over to the shop right now and plop down in front of him, stick out my arm and say "ok go"... i really am not 100% positive that i WANT my whole left arm to be permanently inked... no matter how pretty it is gonna end up being...
and once i go in and we start on it.... there's no turning back. yeah... it's gonna be a hell of a lot of work... like lots and lots of hours and time and sittings.... and i guess i COULD just stop halfway thru and say forget it... but i wouldn't.
and it WOULD cover up my god awful scars... even though they are fading really nicely.
so... the question is... needles or not?
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kb
like... mine was two weeks ago and now all of my friends that go to UTK are in for their spring break and everyone wants to party and get down and shit... but god damn! i've got class.
me and baby jesus and jess are going to cashville tonight to visit renen and callan tonight. right now... i am going to take a shower and get all dolled up cause hardwick and a.g. (aka baby jesus) are coming over to drink a beer.
which will be fun cause i haven't seen fuckin hardwick in like... twelve forevers.... but it could be bad because...
oh it doesn't effin matter. i don't care.
god damn.
my eyeballs hurt.
i want an elephant.
a little tiny one. one of those midget elephants that i'm not quite positive exist. but i can pretend.
um... yeah, so i dropped the jew by just like... avoiding his phone calls and telling kari that he freaked me out all kinds of hardcore. . . especially with the flowers.
and the sex was pathetic.
ewwwww.
so- i've picked up a poet.
he writes like... bukowski.
and he takes pictures.
and he's not... um, "conventionally beautiful"... but he's not ugly.
he's neat.
and he drinks PBR.
HELP!!! okay... so the tattoo artist kid guy that i am dating has drawn up a bunch of really neat things for my sleeve piece... and although i THINK i want to just run over to the shop right now and plop down in front of him, stick out my arm and say "ok go"... i really am not 100% positive that i WANT my whole left arm to be permanently inked... no matter how pretty it is gonna end up being...
and once i go in and we start on it.... there's no turning back. yeah... it's gonna be a hell of a lot of work... like lots and lots of hours and time and sittings.... and i guess i COULD just stop halfway thru and say forget it... but i wouldn't.
and it WOULD cover up my god awful scars... even though they are fading really nicely.
so... the question is... needles or not?
**
kb