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2002-10-07 - 11:50 p.m. do you really wanna hurt me? do you really wanna make me cry? - culture club *sigh* so, when i was in high school, there was this guy who i screwed around with. we became friends in jr. high, when he moved to smltwn from l.a. i showed him the ropes, introduced him to people, made him popular. the fact of the matter was that i had a crush on him. he was cute. really cute. we became best friends. once we got to high school, things started happening, and we grew apart. i started screwing around with older guys, and i didn't want him, or anyone else to know. in our senior year, we got re-chummy, and started hanging out with a vengeance. we had a terrible case of senioritis, and ditched school often to smoke pot, and play pool at his house. eventually, things happened, and one thing led to another, and we fucked around. the entire time he was dating girls, but, i let it slide. word got out among the girls about his large penis. little did they know that i was sucking it daily. he was dating girls, but, when we were alone, he was so sweet. we kissed, and held hands. it wasn't all cock sucking disrespect. well, i fell hard, and when i asked him to stop seeing girls, or anyone, he refused. he said he liked me, but, he didn't want people to get the wrong idea. the wrong idea which would have actually been the right idea. i told him forget it. it was over. time passed, he came to my house drunk, and i had sex with him for the first time in my bedroom. and so it went. as it turned out, mr. big cock liked taking it up the ass...like, a lot. he even stopped dating, for awhile. one night, when i was inside him, i told him those three little words. he freaked, and we never slept together again. until the last week of school, that is. i fucked him silly, he fucked me silly, we fucked each other silly. fast forward 11 years. (i've been out of high school for 11 years - pause for silent weeping) and my homegirl trista emailed me saying that this guy got ahold of her email address, and he was asking about me. i haven't seen him in 10 years, and he was asking about me. now, don't think i'm interested in rekindling anything, big cock or not. i just think that he was a non issue for years, and tonight, i get home from work, and there he is, in a way. strange. i told matt about him ages ago. i really thought i was in love, and the way i excused his behavior in our "relationship" is sickening. it was high school though. what do you know when you're a teenager? that's right, you don't know shit. sorry to burst your bubble kids. when i first started with this diaryland thing, i read dozens of random diaries. i'd read for hours. i found this one that belonged to a 16 year old boy. my favorite line, which i quoted for weeks was, "when are my parents going to realize that it's my life, and i can do what i want? i'm 16." i laughed my ass off. not because i'm a prick, but because i remember that feeling. it's mortifying now, but at that time you really think you know everything, and nobody understands, and your parents are dipshits, and blah blah blah. of course what slips a 16 year olds mind is that those idiot parents are cooking your meals, buying your clothes, driving your ass everywhere, and everything else short of wiping your ass. i appreciate my parents so much, and i have nothing but respect for them. are they ever wrong? sure. are they perfect? not at all. am i? are you? exactly. oh my god, tom petty is on letterman, and he looks like the cryptkeeper. no shit. matt, "the artist", and i are going to san diego in like 3 weeks. he came home, and told me his vacation was approved. yippee!! i'll call mando tomorrow. i'm looking forward to this trip. i also told matt that we ARE stopping in san juan capistrano to eat at that taco place. i hope it's still there. matt claims ignorance at being so domineering on our little trips. BULLSHIT. i told him he knows exactly what he's doing. i also told him that i LET him get away with it. he said, "oh, REEEEAAALLLLYY?" i said, "yeah, dude. it's a lot less trouble than telling you to shut the fuck up." he laughed, even though i don't think he thought that was very funny. it's like this police officer on cops once said to a "perp". "don't mistake my kindness for weakness". goodnight. here are some more random pictures: my hairy legs
and my cute/cool 20 dollar kmart shoes
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