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2006-07-17 - 3:49 p.m. i'll do my dance for you - cameo i know that in the grand scheme of things, i'm super late on this one. but, i went to my first yoga class with matty, last week. i didn't like it. matty told me that i'd have a hard time relaxing. he wasn't kidding. it's just not for me, i don't think. matty says that i'm just not willing to give in to letting go and all this buddah on the mountain top shit. thank you, ghandi-rea. jackass. you know, on a totally different topic, i just love the power of a classic white tshirt. in a world of all the hip, colorful, artsy, ironic tshirts worn by every kind of person and personality, a clean, classic white t is almost rebellious. we went out to dinner with a group of mixed friends (some his / some mine) and i wore a pair of jcrew khakis and a nice slightly snug white v neck tshirt. the shoes were my black chucks. it made me feel like marlon brando or something. matty brought it up when we were leaving for dinner. "what's up with t white shirts, baby", he asked. "i dunno. i just like the way it looks", i mumbled. "me too", he said. aawwwwwww. dinner was great. matty finally gets it, i think. he made me feel like i was the only person in the room. i had la liz on my side and he had one of his retarded friends on his side. every so often, i'd feel his hand squeeze the back of my neck, or squeeze my thigh, and i'd turn away from la liz and he'd turn away from whatshisface and he'd be like, "doing okay, babe?" or something like that, and i just wanted to stick my tongue down his throat so badly. yeah, my boy treated me like a queen. i really miss la liz. it's like i know that she's got a kid and i'm nothing but happy for her, but, i think about the nutty times we had all the time and i miss that. she was in rare form at dinner and i realized how much i've missed her. she was lifting my shirt up and pinching my nipples like the old horndog that she is. it's not just the molesting that i miss. she's also fucking funny as hell. she brought adam up and i just told her to drop it. he's on my permanent shit list. so, whatever. basically, he just talks a lot of shit. so, like, fuck him. it's been purty hot here in old smalltown. it's par for the course, but, it doesn't mean i have to like it. so, evenings are spent out in the backyard, having some sort of cold beverage, maybe a little weed, and either, melon with tabasco, or, oranges with pico de gallo powder on them. matty thinks i'm crazy sometimes, but he eats the melon with tasbasco. he won't try the oranges and pico de gallo. anyway, it's nice to sit out at the table and just relax out there, listen to some music, and smooch. saturday, we went to steve and hollies' place for margaritas. we sat outside and just shot the shit. steve's parents showed up for awhile too. i don't really care for his mom, but, i keep my yap shut. she was like, "is that your car?" to me. i told her no, that it (nissan armada) belonged to matt. she was like, "wow. that's what you need, steven. i mean, you're the one with a wife and two kids". steve was like, "if we had that car with our girls, it'd be thrashed in no time". matty (fucking a right the love of my life) McC, was like, "that's one thing about the gays, we're very clean". i thought hollie was gonna spit her margarita out. steves' mom feebly offered, "well, it is a very beautiful truck". so now we fagolas can't have luxury vehicles without kids? who needs those messy little midgets around to dirty up the joint? i mean, really. cumstains are hard enough to get out. forget, formula, and spit up, and god knows what else. later..... |
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