I had fun chilling with Snuff, forgot that there are people in this world who actually get me.
Ivy is pissed off and butt-hurt that I still want to experiment with drugs.
I have nothing to say about that, I guess (because I don't wanna start ranting).
I found a cute dress, but I'm pretty fucking broke...
Fuck my shit though, because I'm still super stressed out.
It's frustrating.
I'm trying to be carefree and have fun, but my life is a fucking trainwreck.
Oh, and what phrase would explain the whole night?
"Can we just forget about how I was in high school?"
Snuff is like, "but that's when I knew and loved you!"
He tried to call me "Bunny"...Ivy and I synonymously flipped out.
It's funny that it's still the name he knows me by, even after all these years.
I'm glad we had a chance to catch up though, he's definitely gonna be my drinking buddy.
I hate all the conversations about how drugged out I always used to be...I'm tired of all the stories that we tell about the past.
It's like we tell each other all these stories even if we witnessed everything together, as if we couldn't believe how it all happened.
Ivy's husband is awful, I can feel her entire personality shift when she's around him; these last few weeks she's been back to being herself, I'm happy about that.
I keep saying I'm gonna stay home and recuperate, but I'm still trying to distract myself from my problems.
Guess who wants to suddenly reconcile our friendship?
Ichigo-nekochan...she suddenly likes the Alkaline Trio and wants to make up for being a bitch in high school.
I did everything for that girl, she always chose other people, guilt-tripped me, and was generally not a very good friend...
We've barely talked in three years; now it's, "You'll always be my Bunny."
Erm, no...I'm not.
The guy from the sex shop texted me back, Ivy and I have been placing bets for how soon he'll respond.
He seems pretty chill, lots of piercings and tattoos.
I kinda forgot how fun it is to just be young and crazy.
This guy seems typical of the guys I usually date though...long hair, alternative style, etc.
Ten bucks says he was in a band at some point?
*laugh*
He used to be a tattoo artist though, so that's pretty cool.
I'm not looking for serious shit and my emotions are completely dead at this point.
He's probably a loser, sounds too much like guys that I've dated before.
But lip rings and tats...yum.
Haha, he said, "Why didn't you just ask for my number? I don't bite :)"
And I'm thinking, "Dude, 'cause my friend is on a mission from Hell to find me a rebound."
Right now I'm kinda in the "wanna bone?" mode, this is how I used to be; isn't it?
Wild and crazy, always drunk, everywhere I went I would find a dude to flirt with.
I forgot that I like myself crazy...
Liked myself better when I didn't give a fuck about stupid shit, like dating and getting all sentimental.
I'm getting back to that girl, that was the person who wanted to be a Suicide Girl or Playboy Bunny...the girl who liked whips and leather, who went out at 3am to get drunk with cute guys, the girl with the entourage, who chain-smoked, just didn't care about tomorrow because the moment was too important.
It's been a long fucking time, it's a resurrection...
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