I'm waiting for NyQuil to kick in, deciding whether or not to talk to Satan; and it's surprising that Catwoman, Ivy, and I all fit on this bed, with two cats and a baby.
I might be moving with Ivy into a condo somewhere, hopefully downtown.
She kissed me tonight while we were all playing beer pong, just a peck...it caught me off guard.
It's funny that nobody can ever guess my age, yet when I tell them what it is they tease me.
After high school I've pretty much only hung out with people between 22-26...all they ever do is drink.
I quit for a few months because the neverending party that my life turned into was exhausting and counterproductive.
Ivy went to bed, but then the guys next door kinda just walked in her house, I swear it wasn't my fault.
She got pretty mad though...I was outside smoking with them and they were curious what Catwoman was doing, I think one of them wanted to fuck her.
I'm too sick to have drank all that light beer, gross.
Fuck my stomach.
So Ivy just started talking in her sleep and it's weird.
Earlier Catwoman said I've never been in love, I hate when people make stupid assumptions.
I won't even start about the guy she thinks she's in love with.
You don't have to be in a relationship in order to be in love with someone, and they could still love you back.
Satan and I loved each other...my love life is just unconventional and offbeat, not so different from my actual life.
Kuma-kun?
I was in the process of falling in love with him.
For me love is very gradual, I fall in love with small pieces of a person until I love them with my entire soul.
I was sort of in love and sort of not, just like the first time I broke up with Satan.
It took years of Satan and I being lovers and friends to end up in love, this is how it is for me.
What I value about my past is that nothing was ever the same the next time around...every experience I had was different from all the others, every romance I had was unique.
Anyway, being sick makes me nauseous and beer makes me even more so, wish me luck on trying not to vomit.
Today we are baptizing me in the way of "the good old days."
Yes, I'm back on the party boat called life.
I've kind of reverted back to my old ways, the very ways that the Infamous Miss Bunny was born of.
Is this a good change?
I don't know, but it's happening.
You can't change the nature of a person's destiny.
I should not smoke weed.
That's it.
The only person I think I would still enjoy smoking with is Satan.
Today was weird.
Very weird...
Played video games and watched Doctor Who with The Jester, he gave me some books to read.
Other shit happened today, the weird shit...but I'll leave that alone.
I'm done with guys for the moment though, I've decided right now I would only be with a girl.
What I really need is just to be alone, I was happiest when I was single...and I shouldn't jump from one relationship to another.
My life is about having fun, people want to worry....
It's just my fucking life though, I'll make as many mistakes as I want to.
And if I do or don't think something is good for me, I will follow my intuition.
Really I'm self-destructing because I'm still in pain, I need to get a grip.
This is not who I am, I already grew out of all this.
This is the past.
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