die young and save yourself
I didn't make it to school on Friday. At all. I had good intentions. I was going to check in at the end of first block...you know, do my independent study thing, then head on to school like a...well, ALMOST like a good girl. But I didn't. I couldn't. Being bad was too good. And before I knew it, it was noon...and before I knew it, I fell asleep...and before I knew it, well, golly gee whiz, school was over and what the fuck could I do about that???
Hehehehe.
"Jess, I stil taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you." "I'm heaven-sent. Don't you dare forget. I am all you ever wanted, what all the other boys all promised. Sorry I told. I just needed you to know." I'm in a Brand New mood. "Call 911. I'm already dead, but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess." "It's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view."
I went to dinner at Old Mexico with Cherokee, Leslie, Alex D., and Shelley. (Shelley rocks...she is a freshman ho who hangs out with senior hoes all day long and gets away with it.) Mr. Shellhouse was there, which was kind of awkward, considering I hadn't attended his class OR the pep rally that day.
Here, before I continue with this delightful story, allow me to make a public service announcement: I HAVE LOST ALL THE RESPECT I EVER HAD FOR JAKE COUCH. Sure, I knew he'd changed. He's treated me like shit all summer. But this is worse. This is war. That bastard. He cheated on Kristi. Just macked on some random ho named Kayla Somethingthatstartswithan"H"butnoonecanrememberrightnow. And I had to be the one to break this news to her. No one thought she'd believe it...myself included. I wasn't sure I wanted to believe it. But he did it. She finally got him to admit to it. And he's a fucking bloody bastard. If Kristi says the word, I will hack off his balls. I will burn him that instructional How to Give a Girl Face porno, write "I heard you could use a few pointers!" on the fucking disc, and place it neatly upon his pillow. Of course Kristi is devastated. I'm pissed. He says he has lost respect for me also. Excuse me. He lost respect for me because I had sex with someone I really, really care about; I suppose he ignores the fact he's fucked more girls than I can count on one of my fornicating little hands, while the number of girls he's fucked and actually cared about could be counted on one finger. And that girl is nasty, bitches. Jake cheated on Kristi, after she (and all her friends) defended him against the people claiming he was a druggie whore. There is no love in my heart for the boy I used to see so damn much he called me "Mommy"...and we could finish each other's sentences...and we had more in-jokes than I had with most of my chick friend...and with whom I used to swap clothes in public places. I have lost all respect for Jacob Brian Couch.
Mmkay, then. Back to Friday night. That same group, plus my Laura ho, spent the night at Cherokee's dad's house. QUITE entertaining. We watched Ring 2, made a massive pot of macaroni and cheese, and swapped interesting stories about sex, bananas, and sex.
Saturday, we had a fucking football game in Atmore. I got to hang out with Alex a little bit before the game, though, so that was cool. We won the game 35-25...but Mr. Shellhouse FREAKED OUT on us about the halftime show. Apparently, we sucked. He was highly displeased. When we finally got back at fucking midnight, Laura and I went to eat at Taco Bell, and we took Alex some tacos for his "lunch break".
Hehehehe.
"Jess, I stil taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you." "I'm heaven-sent. Don't you dare forget. I am all you ever wanted, what all the other boys all promised. Sorry I told. I just needed you to know." I'm in a Brand New mood. "Call 911. I'm already dead, but someone should be caught and held responsible for this bloody mess." "It's all that I remember from a night spent lying on my back with a view."
I went to dinner at Old Mexico with Cherokee, Leslie, Alex D., and Shelley. (Shelley rocks...she is a freshman ho who hangs out with senior hoes all day long and gets away with it.) Mr. Shellhouse was there, which was kind of awkward, considering I hadn't attended his class OR the pep rally that day.
Here, before I continue with this delightful story, allow me to make a public service announcement: I HAVE LOST ALL THE RESPECT I EVER HAD FOR JAKE COUCH. Sure, I knew he'd changed. He's treated me like shit all summer. But this is worse. This is war. That bastard. He cheated on Kristi. Just macked on some random ho named Kayla Somethingthatstartswithan"H"butnoonecanrememberrightnow. And I had to be the one to break this news to her. No one thought she'd believe it...myself included. I wasn't sure I wanted to believe it. But he did it. She finally got him to admit to it. And he's a fucking bloody bastard. If Kristi says the word, I will hack off his balls. I will burn him that instructional How to Give a Girl Face porno, write "I heard you could use a few pointers!" on the fucking disc, and place it neatly upon his pillow. Of course Kristi is devastated. I'm pissed. He says he has lost respect for me also. Excuse me. He lost respect for me because I had sex with someone I really, really care about; I suppose he ignores the fact he's fucked more girls than I can count on one of my fornicating little hands, while the number of girls he's fucked and actually cared about could be counted on one finger. And that girl is nasty, bitches. Jake cheated on Kristi, after she (and all her friends) defended him against the people claiming he was a druggie whore. There is no love in my heart for the boy I used to see so damn much he called me "Mommy"...and we could finish each other's sentences...and we had more in-jokes than I had with most of my chick friend...and with whom I used to swap clothes in public places. I have lost all respect for Jacob Brian Couch.
Mmkay, then. Back to Friday night. That same group, plus my Laura ho, spent the night at Cherokee's dad's house. QUITE entertaining. We watched Ring 2, made a massive pot of macaroni and cheese, and swapped interesting stories about sex, bananas, and sex.
Saturday, we had a fucking football game in Atmore. I got to hang out with Alex a little bit before the game, though, so that was cool. We won the game 35-25...but Mr. Shellhouse FREAKED OUT on us about the halftime show. Apparently, we sucked. He was highly displeased. When we finally got back at fucking midnight, Laura and I went to eat at Taco Bell, and we took Alex some tacos for his "lunch break".