it's been a while but i'll tell you why...
hey reading community, how do you do this morning? I've had quite the eventfull past few weeks, and that's the reason that
i've not updated this journal yet. I've got some exciting things to write about though, tranquil things, serendiptious at times, only attained through improvisation. I'm blessed with good chance. What could I be alluding to already??!? well, a girl of course. yep, i met the right one. some call it "soulmates" others call it other things at a risk of jinxing themselves, or sounding to taboo, but it's one common sensation and i finally expierenced that and wish to share it with you so you may someday relate with me and share the same delight, wich is a very good delight. Now to the meat and potatoes... The setting is borders books and music (mind you not the one in Flint) I'm steadfast reading a few excerpts from some greek mythology, about the cyclops who got pimped by everyone's fav. hero. Few people in the caffe. obligatory coffee aroma is always pleasant and pleases the most neglected of the senses. But there is this one girl in there and i'm curious to see what she's reading and later i find out she was just as curious as me as she was sitting there. While trying to sneak a glance at the top corner of the page, wich would provide some insight, i accidentally catch her eye and out of nervousness initiate conversation. you know that feeling, i improvised on it and alas it beared fruit. I won't say i have a "type" but i do have a "not my type" and she was definatly not not-my-type. we introduce names- Tate Pendergrass i tell her mine is- she, sara. The conversation that followed isn't quite the kind of material to write in here, as this is a journal and not a diary and there is a difference between the two and i liek to distinguish some border. We mutually agree on a cig. and to share one at that! i love that, sharing a cigarette with some one. she doesn't have anything on her lips so she doesn;t get it all gooey but she does get it a little wet wich i secretly don't mind and secretley will confide in you that i love it, that is if it's a cleanly girl. Evereything is going really naturally, an earthly progression of the motions. our ego-universe. Our secret confessions. her things that she's never told anyone. Off to my car we go to sit for a little because it's so cold, but i go and warm it up first so's the leather doesn't sting. In the car she asks if i get down and i say yeah, so i proceed and pull out the materials. Syringe, broken lightbulb. She preps her own arm and show's she's expierenced and immediatley afterwards takes a big ole hit of crack. she was in charge and a gust of wind gently blew her hair as she hit it. Immediatly after i did my speedball i kissed her and it was OK because we were both so high. Then she started freaking out because she was comming down and she suggested i sell my cd player and re-up wich i promtply did and promptly repeated this process, with the minor alteration that after the 4th time i immediatly had sex with her after we took our hits and also the 6th time i socked her in the face because well shit, i was just that high.
i've not updated this journal yet. I've got some exciting things to write about though, tranquil things, serendiptious at times, only attained through improvisation. I'm blessed with good chance. What could I be alluding to already??!? well, a girl of course. yep, i met the right one. some call it "soulmates" others call it other things at a risk of jinxing themselves, or sounding to taboo, but it's one common sensation and i finally expierenced that and wish to share it with you so you may someday relate with me and share the same delight, wich is a very good delight. Now to the meat and potatoes... The setting is borders books and music (mind you not the one in Flint) I'm steadfast reading a few excerpts from some greek mythology, about the cyclops who got pimped by everyone's fav. hero. Few people in the caffe. obligatory coffee aroma is always pleasant and pleases the most neglected of the senses. But there is this one girl in there and i'm curious to see what she's reading and later i find out she was just as curious as me as she was sitting there. While trying to sneak a glance at the top corner of the page, wich would provide some insight, i accidentally catch her eye and out of nervousness initiate conversation. you know that feeling, i improvised on it and alas it beared fruit. I won't say i have a "type" but i do have a "not my type" and she was definatly not not-my-type. we introduce names- Tate Pendergrass i tell her mine is- she, sara. The conversation that followed isn't quite the kind of material to write in here, as this is a journal and not a diary and there is a difference between the two and i liek to distinguish some border. We mutually agree on a cig. and to share one at that! i love that, sharing a cigarette with some one. she doesn't have anything on her lips so she doesn;t get it all gooey but she does get it a little wet wich i secretly don't mind and secretley will confide in you that i love it, that is if it's a cleanly girl. Evereything is going really naturally, an earthly progression of the motions. our ego-universe. Our secret confessions. her things that she's never told anyone. Off to my car we go to sit for a little because it's so cold, but i go and warm it up first so's the leather doesn't sting. In the car she asks if i get down and i say yeah, so i proceed and pull out the materials. Syringe, broken lightbulb. She preps her own arm and show's she's expierenced and immediatley afterwards takes a big ole hit of crack. she was in charge and a gust of wind gently blew her hair as she hit it. Immediatly after i did my speedball i kissed her and it was OK because we were both so high. Then she started freaking out because she was comming down and she suggested i sell my cd player and re-up wich i promtply did and promptly repeated this process, with the minor alteration that after the 4th time i immediatly had sex with her after we took our hits and also the 6th time i socked her in the face because well shit, i was just that high.