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What have you tried in life that you just weren't very good at?
Acting straight.
I mean, I've never in my life had to act straight to hide my homosexuality...But I've just sat down and tried to act straight. You know, the voice, the walk, the stance- it just doesn't turn out right. You know when you bake a cake, and you put all the ingredients, but when it's all baked together and you try it- it's just not right? Well that's me. In my mind, I'm doing a good job, but I'm just doing a horrible impersonation and it ends up looking completely fucked. My hips have a mind of their own, and trying to tame them just doesn't happen.
First-Person Shooter Online Games.
I have played heaps upon heaps of first-person shooters in my day, but I never seem to become skilled in the game. When on Xbox Live I get a few kills in against my enemies, but they seem to rack them up like as if all their enemies just lined up and said "SHOOT US!! SHOOT US!!!". I have bad reflexes when it comes to those games; trying to move your man around, then aiming your gun and shooting- it just ends up slower than the average player. The sad thing is I really love this type of game, I just don't think my mind will ever become used to the rapid speed of the game. And not only do you have to worry about running around and aiming, then shooting...but you have to worry about who is watching or hiding...waiting to kill you!!!! This one time I was running around, shooting at everyone and everything (mostly trees and buildings), and then I hear this bounce...and I know it's a grenade so I'm like "Please don't let that be near---OO shit I blew up". I'm just horrible.
Tetris.
People LOVE tetris. I just can't grasp it. It's not like it's too fast, but I end up losing after a few minutes of play. it's the whole getting the line, and when I miss a part of a line I know I'm fucked-- I am just horrible at regaining my composure with the game. It's also a pointless stressful game, because you never actually win! You just keep going, which some people can go on for hours. I think my longest run was about 7 minutes.
Division.
I was taught division very late in childhood, and I'll never be great at it without a calculator. I hate division anyways.
Riddles.
Some riddles are simple, but some I just give up right away.
Drinking Beer.
I have tried to drink beer on several occaisions...I just can't handle the taste...it's disgusting.
Sudoku.
actually, I'm pretty good at sudoku...however I find it hard in the beginning. Like with a fresh new page, it just doesn't come easy to me. Once I do a few numbers I'm fine though...
That's all I can think of right now.
I mean, I've never in my life had to act straight to hide my homosexuality...But I've just sat down and tried to act straight. You know, the voice, the walk, the stance- it just doesn't turn out right. You know when you bake a cake, and you put all the ingredients, but when it's all baked together and you try it- it's just not right? Well that's me. In my mind, I'm doing a good job, but I'm just doing a horrible impersonation and it ends up looking completely fucked. My hips have a mind of their own, and trying to tame them just doesn't happen.
First-Person Shooter Online Games.
I have played heaps upon heaps of first-person shooters in my day, but I never seem to become skilled in the game. When on Xbox Live I get a few kills in against my enemies, but they seem to rack them up like as if all their enemies just lined up and said "SHOOT US!! SHOOT US!!!". I have bad reflexes when it comes to those games; trying to move your man around, then aiming your gun and shooting- it just ends up slower than the average player. The sad thing is I really love this type of game, I just don't think my mind will ever become used to the rapid speed of the game. And not only do you have to worry about running around and aiming, then shooting...but you have to worry about who is watching or hiding...waiting to kill you!!!! This one time I was running around, shooting at everyone and everything (mostly trees and buildings), and then I hear this bounce...and I know it's a grenade so I'm like "Please don't let that be near---OO shit I blew up". I'm just horrible.
Tetris.
People LOVE tetris. I just can't grasp it. It's not like it's too fast, but I end up losing after a few minutes of play. it's the whole getting the line, and when I miss a part of a line I know I'm fucked-- I am just horrible at regaining my composure with the game. It's also a pointless stressful game, because you never actually win! You just keep going, which some people can go on for hours. I think my longest run was about 7 minutes.
Division.
I was taught division very late in childhood, and I'll never be great at it without a calculator. I hate division anyways.
Riddles.
Some riddles are simple, but some I just give up right away.
Drinking Beer.
I have tried to drink beer on several occaisions...I just can't handle the taste...it's disgusting.
Sudoku.
actually, I'm pretty good at sudoku...however I find it hard in the beginning. Like with a fresh new page, it just doesn't come easy to me. Once I do a few numbers I'm fine though...
That's all I can think of right now.
- Location:Home
- Mood:
exhausted - Music:Heart Station - Utada Hikaru
lol anyways, back to reality. I hate vaginas. I don't know what it is really, I just do. Actually, I do know why. You know, they are like onions. They have all these layers...the clitoral hood, the clitoris....lots of little different flaps and names and buttons to press- nowonder how the straight male can get mesmerized quickly on all of the whistles and trinkets of the vagina. Anyways, back to the onion. The vagina, not only having layers, smells like an onion. Maybe a good cleaner may not, but I do declare that a vagina does, in fact, smell like a onion left outside on a hot summer day. And then there comes the biggest thing. Like onions, Vaginas MAKE ME CRY! they're fucking scary beasts!!! all that skin, with the hair on top and flappy shit coming form ever which way....Jesus if it had teeth they could make a movie based on it. Vaginazilla. Being the gay friend and it being cool and all, I've seen a few vageroos in my life. I mean, I think I've conquered my long-time fear of vaginas, but I wouldn't dive my tongue right in it. For all I know they could have teeth and are hiding them behind a flap and STICK THEM OUT WHEN I LEAST EXPECT IT! I will never love vaginas. and so, I have written a poem in memory of the vagina.
I do not know
how things shall go
when life takes turns
through a high and low.
but through it all
fat, thin, big or small
we have one thing
we hate most of all.
It makes me cry
I can't even try
when I see you, vagina
I wish I would die.
That fishy smell
I can't even tell
how I hate you, vagina
so I'll put it all in a nutshell.
You smell like fish
not the one on a dish
you'd go away
oh, how I would wish
You captivate boys
you make them your toys
then you crush their dreams
and all of their joys.
you have many flaps
I heard it raps
If I ever went to see it
I'd need a few maps.
In conclusion, you see
I can say this with glee
I am happy to say
vagina, stay away from me!
peace.
So yeah, pretty poem eh? lol I wrote that a while ago in about 5 minutes. OH! I lost hearing in my right ear, and so I waited a few days to see if it would just clear up..but ti didn't. So I go to my doctor and he cheks me out..and he's not sure what it is...so he pulls out this HUGE ASS metal syringe...fills it with water...then shoves it in my ears...then PUMPS THE WATER IN MY EAR about 4 or 5 times. it felt weird...but I'm cool now. Anyways, I'm all cool and it's about lunch time :) yayyyyy.
ttyl
you know you love me
xoxo
C.
- Mood:
el horny
Perhaps, though, it would be best to allow you to understand how Part Deux began. With that in my conscience, I have decided to suggest you read part une further down in my blog.
And now to Part Deux. I'll admit, will probably not contend with the likes of Part Une epically, however due to the time constraint and the budget restrictions we made it at much as we could possibly make it. And so, with great pleasure, I bring to you the second part of the romantic epic....A Night with Satan (I mean Holley) Part Deux: Carpets do match the drapes. It will make you smile, it will make you cry. But most of all it will inspire you!
Chapter 1:Pussy Prologue.
It was the night before Holley and Cody had scheduled a night together, and both the friends were speaking to one another through text messages.
Cody text: Hey honey, when are you coming over tomorrow?
Holley: Want to come to Belleville to see a movie with me and get my vagina waxed?
Cody: No thank, hon. So I guess you'll be coming after Belleville.
Holley: Yeah. Oh and remind me to pick up some monistat.
Cody: Okay.
nothing more was said. In his heart, he knew he should have gone to Belleville with her, but he had decided not to go through with it as he didn't feel like waking up so early to make the trip. nontheless, They continued their conversation about things one person should only say to another in private whispers. And for my conscience and love of censorship, I will not release the statements at which they conversed to one another.
Chapter 2: Mournful Mornings.
Cody began his day, as normal he would do. He woke up, burshed his teeth, ate some cereal and checked his emails for the day. After that he waited around and wondered when holley would be back. It was a sad morning, as he wished Holley's car blew up and she had no way of getting to belleville, and would then take a cab to his house.
Chapter 3: The night.
Holley text late in the night to tell Cody she was on her way. He would later wait a while until she would finally appear with stinky feet (or was it her feet..hmm?) They sat around and tried to put laces into holley's shoe while watching South Park. After that, and Cody's mother had retired to her chambers, Holley and Cody went downstairs to watch Newsies. Oh god, they both agreed Christian Bale was a sexy sexy man in that movie. After that, Holley had a 20 minute Nap in order to continue the night and watch Battle Royale. This nap turned into more than 20 minutes as Holley continued to sleep until Cody had decided she go into his bed and try and watch battle Royale in bed. As they watched it, Holley fell asleep. She told Cody she would only eb able to stay awake if he made passionate love to her. He disagreed, having strong moral and religious beliefs against sex with a woman, but wanting to watch Battle Royale he agreed. It was the wrost thing Cody had to endure, worse than the time he was raped by old man willikers, but that is for another story. Holley only knew one move, the starfish. After 5 hours of lovemaking Holley and Cody laid down to watch Battle Royale, but Holley fell asleep. Her snoring was so loud that he couldnt hear the people talking ons creen and so decided to turn on some music. The Sweet sounds of koda Kumi, Mariah Carey, Madonna, beyonce, The Diplomats and others were drowned out by the loud snoring cries of Holley Sullivan. He decided it was best, if he wanted to sleep, to sleep on the couch.
This was written by me...around..March 2006 or 7 ish? Can't remember...anyways, it's retro!
Chapter 4: The morning after.
Cody awoke to a note and $50 next to his coffetable beside the couch. He looked up to Holley sdtanding over him with a girlish grin. She instructed him to get back into his bed because she was awake and to read the letter later. He agreed, and went to lay in bed. Cody was still naked, but covered himself up gracefully as he waltz bacxk to his comfortable bed. Not a few minutes later, Holley jumped on him, presumably trying to go for a morning Round 2, But Cody decided it best if he just got up. Asking Holley to get his cliothes for him, he dressed and went upstairs as Holley shaved her naughty parts in his shower. After a few minutes Holley went upstairs and she left. Cody later read the note that she had left.
Dear Cody,
thanks for last night. I should have told you I had crabs though, I'm really sorry. I was just so tired it slipped my mind babe. I gave you $50. $25 for the cream I had to buy and $25 for the trouble. I'll text you later, my love. And I suppose kow you know that the carpet does match the drapes.
love, Holley.
And so, our story comes to a close. Will there ever be a conclusion to this never-ending story of deceit and lies? We will find out.
[[this was written about...a year ago or so, and I took it from my facebook and decided to post it here]]
Chapter 1:Pussy Prologue.
It was the night before Holley and Cody had scheduled a night together, and both the friends were speaking to one another through text messages.
Cody text: Hey honey, when are you coming over tomorrow?
Holley: Want to come to Belleville to see a movie with me and get my vagina waxed?
Cody: No thank, hon. So I guess you'll be coming after Belleville.
Holley: Yeah. Oh and remind me to pick up some monistat.
Cody: Okay.
nothing more was said. In his heart, he knew he should have gone to Belleville with her, but he had decided not to go through with it as he didn't feel like waking up so early to make the trip. nontheless, They continued their conversation about things one person should only say to another in private whispers. And for my conscience and love of censorship, I will not release the statements at which they conversed to one another.
Chapter 2: Mournful Mornings.
Cody began his day, as normal he would do. He woke up, burshed his teeth, ate some cereal and checked his emails for the day. After that he waited around and wondered when holley would be back. It was a sad morning, as he wished Holley's car blew up and she had no way of getting to belleville, and would then take a cab to his house.
Chapter 3: The night.
Holley text late in the night to tell Cody she was on her way. He would later wait a while until she would finally appear with stinky feet (or was it her feet..hmm?) They sat around and tried to put laces into holley's shoe while watching South Park. After that, and Cody's mother had retired to her chambers, Holley and Cody went downstairs to watch Newsies. Oh god, they both agreed Christian Bale was a sexy sexy man in that movie. After that, Holley had a 20 minute Nap in order to continue the night and watch Battle Royale. This nap turned into more than 20 minutes as Holley continued to sleep until Cody had decided she go into his bed and try and watch battle Royale in bed. As they watched it, Holley fell asleep. She told Cody she would only eb able to stay awake if he made passionate love to her. He disagreed, having strong moral and religious beliefs against sex with a woman, but wanting to watch Battle Royale he agreed. It was the wrost thing Cody had to endure, worse than the time he was raped by old man willikers, but that is for another story. Holley only knew one move, the starfish. After 5 hours of lovemaking Holley and Cody laid down to watch Battle Royale, but Holley fell asleep. Her snoring was so loud that he couldnt hear the people talking ons creen and so decided to turn on some music. The Sweet sounds of koda Kumi, Mariah Carey, Madonna, beyonce, The Diplomats and others were drowned out by the loud snoring cries of Holley Sullivan. He decided it was best, if he wanted to sleep, to sleep on the couch.
This was written by me...around..March 2006 or 7 ish? Can't remember...anyways, it's retro!
Chapter 4: The morning after.
Cody awoke to a note and $50 next to his coffetable beside the couch. He looked up to Holley sdtanding over him with a girlish grin. She instructed him to get back into his bed because she was awake and to read the letter later. He agreed, and went to lay in bed. Cody was still naked, but covered himself up gracefully as he waltz bacxk to his comfortable bed. Not a few minutes later, Holley jumped on him, presumably trying to go for a morning Round 2, But Cody decided it best if he just got up. Asking Holley to get his cliothes for him, he dressed and went upstairs as Holley shaved her naughty parts in his shower. After a few minutes Holley went upstairs and she left. Cody later read the note that she had left.
Dear Cody,
thanks for last night. I should have told you I had crabs though, I'm really sorry. I was just so tired it slipped my mind babe. I gave you $50. $25 for the cream I had to buy and $25 for the trouble. I'll text you later, my love. And I suppose kow you know that the carpet does match the drapes.
love, Holley.
And so, our story comes to a close. Will there ever be a conclusion to this never-ending story of deceit and lies? We will find out.
[[this was written about...a year ago or so, and I took it from my facebook and decided to post it here]]
- Mood:
mischievous
Today was a boring day. I slept in this morning until 11, as I have no morning classes. Chemistry was SOOOO fucking boring! We did mass to mass problems (the same thing we've been doing for a goddamn week!). Jesus Christ, no wonder why I skip it all the damn time, eh? And furthermore, who the fuck cares how many moles of Potassium is in 500g of Potassium Chlorate or whatever...Jesus...Anyway, that 70-minute period felt like 7 hours, and I was about to tie a noose by the end of class lol...Thank god I have people in there to keep me company.
SAP was fun...We went to the Lab and worked on our assignments. Beauchamp yelled a bit, but she's pregnant and her hormones are going like firecrackers lately so it's not her fault entirely. Coming home, I listened to my ipod and then laid around...and here I am...boring day? Yes.
Tomorrow:
~24 Hour Theatre~
~Spencer's Post-Halloween Halloween Party~
Tomorrow may be a little bit more eventful...maybe
I applied at McDonalds...I need a job badly. I miss the cashflow without asking my parents or grandparents for money. I'm completely worn out from Random Acts...I slept 12 hours today, which is definately not a record, but it's a rarity. 24 Hours this weekend is going to bulldoze me. :(
I always feel weird writing livejournal posts..like...what if I'm being too personal? What if what I'm writing is boring? but then, I remember, that this isn't neccesarily for you. It's for me, right? A chance to get things off my chest...a chance to remove myself from the 'normal' world and just scream at the top of my lungs until I feel better....right? I don't know...do you? Maybe I'll do a poll, just for fun because I haven't done one yet. Maybe...just maybe.
Some of my friends are losing weight. They're looking great...not to say they were ugly or something with the weight lost on. I wish I could lose weight...Well I can lose weight, I just need to....commit, right? COMMIT! I WILL COMMIT! GOODBYE, CAKE! I WILL ONLY EAT CELERIE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE! yeah right...maybe I'll dream about it another day lol. I should cut down, though..maybe that'll help.
quizically yours.
you know you love me
xoxox
C.
- Location:Computer Lab
- Mood:
contemplative - Music:Physical - Olivia Newton-John
I'm eighteen. I'm legally an adult, so that means I can nolonger trick or treat. Well...I know people my age who think that they can still trick or treat, but I'm too 'sophisticated' for that. Anyways, after I made my little bro dinner I helped him with his make-up. He wanted to be a beat up guy, so I put white on his face...blackened his eyes...put this scar putty on and dabbed fake blood on it yo make it look like torn away skin (you know...with that blotchy surface blood)...and then I set him off with my mom into the Halloween night. What to do...What to do...Oh yes! I have to hand out candy so I might as well just sit a watch TV.
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hmm? Nothing on...OH Melrose Place! I haven't watched that in years....*watch watch*.....hmm ANTM? Oh, it's dumb one.....Private practice! okay....*watc Watch*...oh that was a good one! I'll have to tell my mom she missed it...ah, she can watch it on the behind channel.
...time
...goes
...by
OUT OF CANDY! Time to blow out the pumpkin. Sorry, Mr. Pumpkin.
Turn off the lights, close the door.
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Later on in the night....
POWER GOES OUT! I knew it was windy out, but I didn't think we'd lose power.
....gues an early bed is in order? yes, yes.
goodnight, Mr. Wind
goodnight, Mr. Star
goodnight, Mr. ipod
ZzzZzzzzZzZzzzzzZzZZzz
- Mood:
hyper
When I was about 7, i received my first Sailor Moon Barbie. Now, to most people are like 'pft, so what?' but I mean this was no ordinary Barbie. We sailed the galaxy together, her and I, until my parents bought me all the sailor scouts...and then after my search for the Sailor Scouts was over, we all made love with my cute Tuxedo Mask doll...and then killed my evil pokemon of the dark dark cave (underneath my bed). Then I would put them on a cruise ship (It was my dad's bar), and did a Titanic scenario. I also used Quasi Modo (from Disney's Hunchback) and some stupid Ken doll due tot he lack of male barbies. Anyways, Quasi was always the first to die...then all the girls would float to safety on his hunch...
oh, I miss you Sailor Scouts...
'In the name of the moon...I will punish YOU!'
- Location:Home [downstairs PC]
- Mood:
reminiscent - Music:Paralyzer [Finger Eleven]
well I'm class...well not exactly....Im in the library because i don't feel like vocal class today. You know why? I don't so don't try to guess, k bitch? Anyways, lately I've just been really tired of the little high school
Blake and I broke up because I wasn't ready to take an even bigger step than we already had. He's 25 and just getting out of university, and I'm just getting out of high school. At my age, I'm just nto ready to dive deep into a serious relationship...you know? [and on a side note I always got him confused with my other blake...which wasn't always good..-_-].
A few days ago I told a guy named Kyle [starkweather] and I were talking. backstory is that we've known eachother over a year. he's straight; I'm gay...the usual....I don't know what it is about him but he drives me wild...in both ways. He drives me wild in a way that I just want to jump on him and have naughty sex with him...and another driving me wild is that we fight atleast once a day, and sometimes [most times] more. Now back to the story. I told him I liked him. He rejected me....I wouldn't have really cared but I've just...never been rejected before! I mean, I'm supposed to be the heart-breaker, you know? Not that he broke my heart..it was just alittle crush...but like he shot me down. Wow, I feel sorry for all the guys I shot down...because I'm sure I was so much worse to them [im sorry you bitches]. I didn't talk to him for about two days, but I decided to continue our friendship because it's useless to waste a one-year friendship over something like that...but after about...a few days he said I was acitng bitter! OH MY FUCKING GOD! I AM NOT BITTER! But I guess we're all fine now....no blaming and no bitterness from either of us. We still fight...and every single day he continues to ask me why i ever liked him. And to tell you all and him and myself the truth....I just don't know.
I can't believe I got a job! A FUCKING JOB! mind you, it isn't as glamorous as I always figured my first job would be. that, of course, was my dream to be Harrison Ford's sex slave...which I lost in the interview to oprah...lucky bitch, but I'm not bitter! Anyways, I scoop ice cream and give it to btichy hot people...yay! not; but I get money so i don't care...me likes the money money money. I'd even screw Donald Trump's hair piece for money...hell I'd do him too! [ew.]. Anyways, My first few weeks of the job have been really well worked-out and I really like everyone that I work with. My cousin and I work together and I just love her to death...and I also work with one of my closest friends and we have tons of fun everytime we work together. other than this Chantal bitch, I'm really fine. She's been working there for three weeks but acts like she's been there for 3 years...she is not my boss; she is not my supervisor; she is my co-worker...so if she tries to boss me around again I'll singe her eyebrows off [which look like she shaved them....they look like they are stubble on her forehead]. God I love working this job, though.
That being said, I'm still busy! I got my SAP {sociology, Anthropology & Psychology] ISU back and I got 86.9% on my essay! FUCK YEAH! I still have English to go ISU-wise [june 1st]...I have a job...prom's on the 9th [june]....grad on the 28th [june]....I have a cancer fundraiser that I'm helping to run among my friends....it's just busy busy busy..but i'm loving life and I'm loving you!
Quote of the day [out of my ass]::
'You may think you match....but orange and black is for halloween, sweetie"\
You know you love me,
CH
- Location:School Library
- Mood:
busy - Music:[as if we never said goodbye] -Sunset boulevard-
- Mood:
sad
anyways, today I sat at home with D, working on our Drama ISU.
great day.
see you bitches tomorrow.
- Mood:
bored - Music:Foor Good [Idina Menzel & Kristin Chenoweth]
XD i love this to death.
maybe I should find a course like this for me...but in one point japanese lesson.
- Mood:
laughing, histerically
- Mood:
Singing
Chapter0: Overture.
It was Thursday. Last day of this school week since we had an NI day on Friday. Lunch came and J came to our lunch table and told us of her party happening very randomly that night. All were to attend who were at that table. A few others pondered the fact if they should go or not, but I already knew I was destined to go. When I arrived home off the bus, I called H on her cellphone and asked if she were to go. it seemed as though J's random party had turned into honoring H's late but great birthday. I let her go and decided to get ready for such an event. My outfit choices continued on until I decided to phone H again, but this time she was just about to leave to go to J's house. I told her I would be there soon...and this is where my story begins. It is not a story for the weak at heart. It is a story of hardship, adventure and most of all it was a story of love. Okay, maybe it was just a story of alcoholism.
Chapter1: Girl talk.
Cody arrived at J's house at exactly sometime around 7pm. H, T and the hostess with the mostest were all sitting at the table reading a food magazine. He smiled, and was welcomed to the then-small get-together with hugs and cheek kisses, then they all hovered around the magazine, swapping recipes. Cody was even able to give J' a delicious fruit dip entitled "Codylicious fruit dip". A few photos were taken of just the four of them together, all of them wondering when everyone would show up- if they would. After waiting for quite some time, the four decided to make up a drinking game. This, however, did not prove to be a very active game since the four had begun drinking without even playing the game. T and J helped Cody plug his nose while he took whiskey shots, while H blissfully took photos of it. J and Cody were going to miss Grey's Anatomy that night, but the two decided if no one was present at the party by 8, they would turn it on. This was not the case, however...and soon the flood of humanity began to seep its way through J's door.
Chapter2: We, the people.
First it was N who arrived. He drank his Bailey's until more people arrived. Cody, to this day, cannot quite remember which order everyone arrived since being quite intoxicated at this time. However, he does know there were many people present. Enough to make a party a success. The drinking continued, but Cody had left his brief love-affair with shots and moved on to mixed drinks. He had Whiskey and Pepsi, sipping it wildly as the cold taste from the ice cubes played games with his tongue. It was this time a few people had begun playing the card game J, T, Cody and H has tried to start (see chapter 1). Cody was dared to go outside and flash passing cars, in which he completed. Toni was next to be dared to give Cody a lap dance. Cody felt that she did alright for a woman, he supposes. After they had slowly drifted off form the game, dancing ensued.
Chapter3: Dancing
They must have sung many songs, but the sweet songs of Queen was something either of them could forget. Dancing to the warm, cool beats and singing at the top of their lungs was orgasmic. It was decided, however, that perhaps they were singing a little to loud and therefore their vocal volume was reduced. More drinking ensued.
Chapter4: Drinking.
drinking. drinking. drinking.drinking. drinking. drinking.drinking. drinking. drinking.drinking. drinking. drinking.drinking. drinking. drinking.drinking. drinking. drinking.filler. filler. filler.filler.filler. filler. filler.filler.filler. filler. filler.filler.filler. filler. filler.filler.filler. filler. filler.filler.filler. filler. filler.filler.
we got more drunk. that's the whole damn chapter.
Chapter5: Pizza Pizza, here we go!
Cody and H were hungry. It wasn't only a few minutes ago they had pizza, which J's aunt and cousin went to get, however they were still hungry. They decided to walk down to pizza pizza, where they heard that it was open until 3am. No. It SAYS they're open until 3am but the dumb fuckers aren't. They hid in the back with their lights on and a mop on the floor. Who the fuck leaves a mop on the floor? who the fuck uses a mop? hello, welcome to germcity. Swiffer, I love you. Anyways, Cody and H went back through the pathway and almost got lost...and almost lost a pound.
Chapter6: the hidden archive
Cody and H had sex in the bush....>.>....<.<......................
Chapter7:bedtime
When Cody arrived back at J's, and J.H. and B left for Tim horton's, Cody went to bed. He had a dream where he made out with a hot guy and it turned into a guy he hates, then it turned into another hot guy...and Cody WORKED at a STORE. This was by0-far the most horrifying dream he has. H tried to sleep with him, but he made ehr sleep in another bed while he slept a slumber like no other.
the end...
Moral of the Story: Don't have sex with H in a bush?
- Mood:
hungover - Music:[Utada Hikaru] :boku wa kuma:
Chatper 1: Phone-Call Drama.
"Where the hell are you" Cody yelled into the phone melodramatically, a huge sigh echoing throughout the phone. "I'm at home, and I cannot come right now. Liette is sleeping" Holley tried to explain to him. After a few moments of talking back and forth, exchanging jokingly insults, they finally hung up...with Holley's promise of arriving soon. Soon did not come quickly for poor Cody...as he phoned atleast eevery hour until she came to see when she was leaving. It was not until 1:30 when Holley dragged her sorry ass to Cody's house, only to find that he had locked his door at 12:00, and was not admitting anyone in his house (lol). He finally let her in through some sexual persuasion (not really..more like "CODY I'LL KICK YOUR ASS IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR!"...not very sexual, eh?). She abrged in and immediately hugged him, ambracing his whole body (touching him in places no homosexual male would want a female to go near! lol), which turned out to become a horny sex fest on his dining table...ok maybe the sex did not happen...but he swears to this very day the unwanted groping really happened (Holley's lawyer wishes to make no statement on the matter).
Chapter 2: Supermodels/Soaps/Supper.
They decided to watch a "movie"...they do not remember the title of such movie, but stilll swear to this day nothing ever happend. (lol) the movie was named "death To The Supermodels"...It was now time for Cody's favorite soap: PASSIONS! Holley and Cody sat down, smoking their brains out, and watch the hot men on the show. What the hell else does Cody watch it for? Overacting? Bad lighitng? Horrible Scripts? no...the hot men in the ever so daily "take-off-your-shirt-you-dirty-boy" scenes. It was time that his Soap was over, and supper was to be made. They made a lovely Breakfast for dinner (cody continued to say 'Breakfast for Lunch'...but it was only due to the crack Holley had been snorting...some got into his nasal passage..lol j/k)...and they ate it all up.
Chapter 3: Reality Tv/ Movies.
They watched Beauty and the Geek, Survivor and then another movie on Cody's computer....sucky Chapter, I know.
Chapter 4: The end of the night.
It was now 1:00am, and the movie had finally finished. Cody and Holley sat on his Couch and had a heart-2-heart, resulting in a mad fest of tears, laughing and gossiping. At 5:00, Cody and holley decided it were to bed for them. And they slept a lovely sleep, embracing eachother in fantasy worlds apart from their own reality at which they would ultimately wake up to.
Night:: 7/10 dildos.
- Mood:
Feelin' Good! - Music:[Ayumi Hamasaki] Startin'
