Abandonment

Thank god for Queen's Birthday weekend. No parents, no shitty little bro, just lots of booze and mayhem.

Thinking I'd get sleep on Friday night was a dumb idea. I got dragged to town (which was fair enough, it was A's last night in the country and I did promise that as his best girl friend I'd party). I got pulled into a club by the cafe boy I screamed at (mentioned in earlier posts). After talking about that incident for like an hour, and telling me I needed a nice boy my own age (HA!), he made me an offer I couldn't, but had to, refuse. "Only for tonight, come back to my house and fuck my brains out. Or else we just stay friends." His english isn't great. I made some lame excuse about not wanting to screw up our friendship now that we've just fixed it. But we pashed, which was like my goal with him.

THEN, he left, and who should walk in but Z. Last time I met Z, he said he'd give me his necklace (it was a sweet ass TV) if I gave him my underwear. Like, got undressed at the bar, gave him my panties, got re-dressed. I didn't because we were at work, but we partied and pashed a bit.

So I almost cried when he walked in. Then stayed at my house. In my bed. I haven't had dick for over a year. And in one night, I had more offers than I have had in 6 months.

Thank you, vagina. I love how you choose to bleed at the most inappropriate times.


I'm pretty sure my hormones are making me insane. I watched P.S. I love you and within 10 minutes was crying and didn't stop til 20 minutes after.

Not only did I not get laid all weekend, I cried like a baby and told myself off, out loud, in the middle of my empty house.