so the semester has started.
the gangster brothers are back and damn i missed them.
doggie has also returned. 5 tequila shots down she is sleeping diagonally across my bed and i love her so much. she is still high btw, after eating the hash. i think her body randomly releases THC into her system whenever the fuck, and she gets so bloody high in the middle of the most sober moments. she also perpetually has the munchies and is eating like 6 meals a day.
shit doggie i really am sorry, i really am. never listen to me again please.
Purple Haze is here. I am feeling a veryyyy subtle sense of relapse for her, and as always she is teasing me, provoking me, paying me just the slightest bit more attention than "friends" do... what the fuck is her problem. i am so so so out of her league. why is she resisting this. i really dont understand and it is driving me mildly insane.
Cherry is bright red hair highlights and I love her and am so glad we never got around to popping it. I know she is glad too. some queer chicks are just meant to be friends.
My strange hot 35 year old bulgarian rock goth marimba player dominatrix boss at work is flirting with me again, ever since i got a haircut and started wearing knee high boots. what the fuck. 4 years ago when i just joined school i was so drawn to her, but now its just odd and wrong. her leather jackets and "come into my office now" to yell at me for being 5 minutes late// and then wink and invite me to the after party-orgies of her shows is not working anymore.
anyway i came here to write about someone but got caught up in the grand update of things. here we go.
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watch out ive seen her type before - that girl is so dangerous, so dangerous. that girl is a bad girl, yeah.
i dont know her at all. i have only encountered her twice.
Bette Porter is wanted and she knows it. i can only get her attention by being a total bitch to her, which i am sure no one ever dares to do. she has no idea how hard it was to blow her a kiss and walk away from her on the dance floor. but i had to do it, because i knew it would come back around.
we were born on the same day and i knew this information way before she found out (thank you facebook). i know her just because i am familiar with elements of myself that are written in the stars and this is the only shit i can fly by.
my first impulse at the club when i saw her...fuck fuck fuck she looks like my ex but only 10 times hotter.
who is she, i really want to find out. i travelled back to the city of sin just to have one drink with her... and no man, she doesnt look anything like my ex. the air around her is relaxed, comfortable, non-nerve wracking. what a fucking breath of fresh air.
i am not doing justice to her with any of the words i write about her right now, but still i will write away.
thanks to a bottle of wine and 5 beers i dont remember clearly how intense her kisses were when we left the hotel room and made out in the lobby of my godamn hotel. she did not give me a chance to explore her company again, but i am hoping she will soon.
in the mean time, i am using the internet to get to know her. i find this a blessing and a curse all at the same time, because i want to hear her and see her. the way she laughs and the way she speaks is bloody beautiful. not yet though, nothing pre-mature. i want to enjoy this and draw it out. the game man, finally a worthy player. and play we will, play we are.
lets see.
- birdie
2 comments:
Um... yeah I know, way to state the obvious but that's an L word character!
The comment above mine isn't even funny. Like... really?
Anyway back to Birdie: fyi in real life Shane and Bette Porter would never work out.
Yes I compared you to Shane (wipty-doo) and obviously Bette to your Bette. Something about that pair just doesn't seem right.. like the sex? there is nothing else for it to be but awkward. . . .
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