Saturday, December 06, 2003
until i really get advertisers or serious inquireries, i should be able to write whatever the hell i want to write. no?
sexpeciallially on sex saturday.
too young girls appeared at my door last night. young but not illegally young, and they were holding hands which is the univeral sign of immediate entrance. one led the other in. it was cute. i shut the door behind them and locked it.
the lawyer of the printer emailed me back the blook II pdf and included this in the message: i think one of the things that bothered me a lot was the excessive emphasis on sex/girls. it was kind of exhausting and i think you are way better than that.
everyones a critic.
one girl was blonde the other was dark blonde. both were naked within minutes because thats how it has to be.
we smoked cigarettes even though i dont smoke. we played a game called do something dumber than the next person and that was fun. they couldnt drink any of my booze because they werent yet of age but they didnt care. not everyone needs liquid courage.
i put in the white stripes and the blonde girl said, thats so spring. so i put in the doobie brothers greatest hits and they started to dance together.
i dont know why the good things happen in my life any more than i know why the bad things happen, but i have officially stopped trying to figure it out and started to learn to enjoy it.
one of the girls was clearly in charge in the relationship and pushed the other into the leather couch and sorta mashed her face into the arm rest. my house is messy but they didnt care. i was watching and taking pictures but they didnt care about that either.
the phone rang someone spoke into the machine. nobody listened. all we listened to was the dark blonde getting into it. whipping her hair back out of her face so she could see her friends hand and me and she couldnt see with her eyes half closed like that, breathing out of her mouth
quite frankly im suprised this doesnt happen to more bloggers.
i didnt think i was in trouble til they turned their attention toward me.
i was sipping on a tumbler of 151 with just a whisp of coke. sometimes just sitting resting it next to a bottle of coke is enough.
they asked me over to the couch, i politely declined. it was nearly midnight and i was going through the waiver wire to see which players i was going to drop and add for my nba hoops fantasy teams.
cuz i havent done so well in this young season.
maybe because of the excessive emphasis on sex/girls. it was kind of exhausting.
and i think i can be way better than that.
matt and em on vacation + mc brown at the watts christmas parade + amy says its snowing! so does tomdog!
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