These are crazy, crazy nights
The weekend was insane.
One year anniversary with my girl, which was awesome. I never gotten further than two months in a relationship before getting dumped, screwed over and kicked in the teeth by love.
Made me all the more cynical over the years and bitter...and now. Just look at me now, I'm the happiest motherfucker alive.
Yeah grim cupids are still flying high. Baby, I love you!
Went to see Max Payne, which was fun although a bit slow before really grabbing ya and getting into the story. But it was fun nevertheless. Spilled nearly all the M&M's over the floor there. Some Maltesers too. Fuck what a (colorful) mess we made, Hahahahaha.
Actually I should say I made.
Stairway was as it was supposed too, although there were a lot of strange, new faces.
I know I haven't been around much over there lately, but well it was good to be back. And things were insane.
From hearing out of Maus' mother's mouth that if she was younger she could get the hots for me, to anting to go outside for a smoke, but can't cuz if I would've gone outside, I wouldn't be allowed to come back in (ME, the guy from Stairway) according to the bouncer.
So I go back inside, walk into a handful of peanuts (people with indonesian blood in their veins), three to be exact, and they wanted to get a photo with me.
I already was pissdrunk anyway but always camera-horny so why the fuck not.
Ended up on 2 pictures with one of the peanuts sepreate and a group shot with all 3 mpeanuts and 2 gals who walked in and one just wanted to be on the picture with me. Blonde, head taller than I am, 31 years old and that's all I can remember. So much for an impression she made, hahahahahahaha
But fuck peeps, she was fucking hitting on me. Kept on telling me that I was so pretty.
Pissdrunk or not, I was flattered. It's a good boost for my selfesteem.
But you know, I don't get it. When you're lonely and single no one cares to look at you and the ones that do, you hardly even notice. But when you're in a relationship all of the sudden evryone seems to be staring at you, hungrily, hunting...Like you got covered in honey and whipped cream.
What the fuck is that all about? I don't understand. I think it's funny and flattering and you really caress my ego when you say I'm pretty (GAWD, I sound so narcistic now), that's all it does.
I actually beleive I need to be pissdrunk to even notice/recognice that someone's hitting on me. Normally I don't notice. I always hear it from someone else.
"Man she into to you, she's totally flirting with ya" Really? Couldn't ya give me a warning before I came across as uninterested?
Not that it matters now. Like I said before; I'm the happiest motherfucker alive.
And I can be truly, deeply, madly flattered when you hit on me and flirt with me, but that's all.
It doesn't afect me in any deeper way simply cuz I already have all I want and need in my devildoll.
Crazy, crazy nights...I wonder what next week; HALLOWEEN will bring for madness!
Trick or treat,
Luci Lixx
One year anniversary with my girl, which was awesome. I never gotten further than two months in a relationship before getting dumped, screwed over and kicked in the teeth by love.
Made me all the more cynical over the years and bitter...and now. Just look at me now, I'm the happiest motherfucker alive.
Yeah grim cupids are still flying high. Baby, I love you!
Went to see Max Payne, which was fun although a bit slow before really grabbing ya and getting into the story. But it was fun nevertheless. Spilled nearly all the M&M's over the floor there. Some Maltesers too. Fuck what a (colorful) mess we made, Hahahahaha.
Actually I should say I made.
Stairway was as it was supposed too, although there were a lot of strange, new faces.
I know I haven't been around much over there lately, but well it was good to be back. And things were insane.
From hearing out of Maus' mother's mouth that if she was younger she could get the hots for me, to anting to go outside for a smoke, but can't cuz if I would've gone outside, I wouldn't be allowed to come back in (ME, the guy from Stairway) according to the bouncer.
So I go back inside, walk into a handful of peanuts (people with indonesian blood in their veins), three to be exact, and they wanted to get a photo with me.
I already was pissdrunk anyway but always camera-horny so why the fuck not.
Ended up on 2 pictures with one of the peanuts sepreate and a group shot with all 3 mpeanuts and 2 gals who walked in and one just wanted to be on the picture with me. Blonde, head taller than I am, 31 years old and that's all I can remember. So much for an impression she made, hahahahahahaha
But fuck peeps, she was fucking hitting on me. Kept on telling me that I was so pretty.
Pissdrunk or not, I was flattered. It's a good boost for my selfesteem.
But you know, I don't get it. When you're lonely and single no one cares to look at you and the ones that do, you hardly even notice. But when you're in a relationship all of the sudden evryone seems to be staring at you, hungrily, hunting...Like you got covered in honey and whipped cream.
What the fuck is that all about? I don't understand. I think it's funny and flattering and you really caress my ego when you say I'm pretty (GAWD, I sound so narcistic now), that's all it does.
I actually beleive I need to be pissdrunk to even notice/recognice that someone's hitting on me. Normally I don't notice. I always hear it from someone else.
"Man she into to you, she's totally flirting with ya" Really? Couldn't ya give me a warning before I came across as uninterested?
Not that it matters now. Like I said before; I'm the happiest motherfucker alive.
And I can be truly, deeply, madly flattered when you hit on me and flirt with me, but that's all.
It doesn't afect me in any deeper way simply cuz I already have all I want and need in my devildoll.
Crazy, crazy nights...I wonder what next week; HALLOWEEN will bring for madness!
Trick or treat,
Luci Lixx