little girls make me so sad
1. flashbacks
met a canadian girl was supposed to be the next fiona apple. she was signned with arista records and they provided her with a fancy luxury apartment in upper east with an andreas gursky piece hanging in the lobby. anyway, she was sixteen years old, looked as about as thin as fiona apple. as soon as i arrived to her place, she saw all the boys i was with and exclaimed in excitement, "ooh, we can have a big orgy!" and she was serious too. sixteen years old, my friends. she was drunk and high out of her mind, and she kept making all these ridiculous sexual proposals to my friends, who were all 5-10 years older than she was. and let me tell you, it really takes a lot for these boys to say no to such an offer. it looked like she had brought all these kids who she had randomly met earlier that night at a club. this girl was so fucking desperate for attention and affection, i couldn't handle it sober. so i drank a whole a lot, and the whole experience turned out to be rather amusing. i kept askin her all these obnoxious questions like why aren't you in school? where are your parents? my weird way of trying to get over the disturbing-ness of the whole situation. and then i was like, this is boring, let's get the fuck out of here.
2. ugh. fuckin boys.
5 white boys chillin under my loft bed while i'm trying to sleep. all i heard was "yo,", "duuuude!", "remember that one time.....", "dude!", "we kicked that kids ASS!", "dude,", "fuck that, yo!. "duuude". et cetera, et cetera. and then they left fucking twigs and seeds all over the floor from all the tree they were smokin, but i demanded a joint for providing hospitality. it wasn't too much different from my other experience of stupidity surveillance. as individuals, they're cool kids and all... but when they're together..... after this, i am officially convinced that boys= lower forms of human life.
i'm kidding.
sorta.
met a canadian girl was supposed to be the next fiona apple. she was signned with arista records and they provided her with a fancy luxury apartment in upper east with an andreas gursky piece hanging in the lobby. anyway, she was sixteen years old, looked as about as thin as fiona apple. as soon as i arrived to her place, she saw all the boys i was with and exclaimed in excitement, "ooh, we can have a big orgy!" and she was serious too. sixteen years old, my friends. she was drunk and high out of her mind, and she kept making all these ridiculous sexual proposals to my friends, who were all 5-10 years older than she was. and let me tell you, it really takes a lot for these boys to say no to such an offer. it looked like she had brought all these kids who she had randomly met earlier that night at a club. this girl was so fucking desperate for attention and affection, i couldn't handle it sober. so i drank a whole a lot, and the whole experience turned out to be rather amusing. i kept askin her all these obnoxious questions like why aren't you in school? where are your parents? my weird way of trying to get over the disturbing-ness of the whole situation. and then i was like, this is boring, let's get the fuck out of here.
2. ugh. fuckin boys.
5 white boys chillin under my loft bed while i'm trying to sleep. all i heard was "yo,", "duuuude!", "remember that one time.....", "dude!", "we kicked that kids ASS!", "dude,", "fuck that, yo!. "duuude". et cetera, et cetera. and then they left fucking twigs and seeds all over the floor from all the tree they were smokin, but i demanded a joint for providing hospitality. it wasn't too much different from my other experience of stupidity surveillance. as individuals, they're cool kids and all... but when they're together..... after this, i am officially convinced that boys= lower forms of human life.
i'm kidding.
sorta.