G sat with me, on the staircase leading to her apartment. Earlier in the night, she went on about her Janis Joplin box set, her insane sex-capades, Vivian, and her job as an electrician. I loved listening to her talk. There are few people i love listening to, apart from myself. 
G was tall, dark, cheeks sunk in, had an incredible passion to live and raise her daughter, and i always found her beautiful. She wasnt the best parent, not that i had much say in the matter, i spose ive always had extremely solid views on how people should raise kids. G was enlightening in every way, extremely smart, open-minded, well-read, and politically aware. The older i get, the harder it is for me to be around anyone who just does not know whats going on in the world. She did.
When she was in college(at one of the best private schools in Texas) at age 22, she was a virgin. If i am correct, her major was in christian studies. One night, at a party she was brutally raped by several guys she went to school with. She never talked about this much. Only the obvious. She never finished. I actually dont know much about her life from age 22-25. I know she became a stripper, and started doing lots of coke. I know she stopped believing in God. If anything, she had a total disgust for anything relating to the subject. She started sleeping around, a lot and somewhere in there met a man she would later marry, and then she had Vivian. They had a pretty passionate, turbulant relationship. Around the time i was hanging out with her, they werent living together, and it was pretty strained.
This one particular night, we had thrown back a good 4 bottles of Chilian wine. I dont remember much about that night, except her comforting me. Its quite possible i was crying. Thinking back, its hard for me to imagine someone being in this role, because its the role ive always been. Everyone always asks me for advice, and ive held most of my friends in my arms, while they cried to me. People, total strangers will tell me their whole life story. They seem to trust me with the skeletons in their closet. Its the weirdest thing, and ive never understood it. I spose in a drunken stupor i wasnt too aware of that. Maybe G was just like the really cool, hip mother ive always wanted. i dunno. I do know G is a surviver. Shes hardcore. Its always possible, i remember the night totally different than her. We both could have been crying.
I've been blessed and cursed with an incredible amount of intuition when it comes to people. I've been aware of this for a long time now, and i just assume its supposed to come in handy for something. Ya know, part of the master plan. G had a good soul, and mine always felt drawn to hers. Maybe, for the first time, instead of being the one who was so in tune with everyone elses pain, she saw mine. And she really felt it, and she understood it without having to say it. I'm not really sure why i remember this night so vividly. A turning point for me, i spose.
Lindsey cant save the world. And thats like, totally ok.
I went home, and shortly after kicked the boy out. I surrounded myself only with the people who truly understand who i am. And pretty soon after that, made-out with various people. These include the boys best friend, a hot chick and G's husband, and im pretty sure this was all in the same week. Definetly not a highlight in my life, but i figured it was somewhat legitimate. And, it is.
Story time is over. Back to the present. I went ice skating yesterday and busted my knee really bad. I was hoping it wouldnt feel too shitty today cause i really wanted to go again. Thats just not the case. I can hardly bend it, and im walkin with this gay limp. Dude, it better hurry and fix itself. I'm gonna be way bummed. Before i go again, im gonna get some way happenin dorky knee and elbow pads. If you wanna go real fast, youre gonna fall. Especially if you kinda suck, like i do.
On a slightly lighter note, i need sex. My vagina is going to explode. TORTURE!
Random quote for the day:
"i may not be a smart man, but i know what love is."
I just go around sayin that, over n over in a Forest Gump accent. Its rather amusing, but im sure it only adds to the nerdyness that is me. bye!
G was tall, dark, cheeks sunk in, had an incredible passion to live and raise her daughter, and i always found her beautiful. She wasnt the best parent, not that i had much say in the matter, i spose ive always had extremely solid views on how people should raise kids. G was enlightening in every way, extremely smart, open-minded, well-read, and politically aware. The older i get, the harder it is for me to be around anyone who just does not know whats going on in the world. She did.
When she was in college(at one of the best private schools in Texas) at age 22, she was a virgin. If i am correct, her major was in christian studies. One night, at a party she was brutally raped by several guys she went to school with. She never talked about this much. Only the obvious. She never finished. I actually dont know much about her life from age 22-25. I know she became a stripper, and started doing lots of coke. I know she stopped believing in God. If anything, she had a total disgust for anything relating to the subject. She started sleeping around, a lot and somewhere in there met a man she would later marry, and then she had Vivian. They had a pretty passionate, turbulant relationship. Around the time i was hanging out with her, they werent living together, and it was pretty strained.
This one particular night, we had thrown back a good 4 bottles of Chilian wine. I dont remember much about that night, except her comforting me. Its quite possible i was crying. Thinking back, its hard for me to imagine someone being in this role, because its the role ive always been. Everyone always asks me for advice, and ive held most of my friends in my arms, while they cried to me. People, total strangers will tell me their whole life story. They seem to trust me with the skeletons in their closet. Its the weirdest thing, and ive never understood it. I spose in a drunken stupor i wasnt too aware of that. Maybe G was just like the really cool, hip mother ive always wanted. i dunno. I do know G is a surviver. Shes hardcore. Its always possible, i remember the night totally different than her. We both could have been crying.
I've been blessed and cursed with an incredible amount of intuition when it comes to people. I've been aware of this for a long time now, and i just assume its supposed to come in handy for something. Ya know, part of the master plan. G had a good soul, and mine always felt drawn to hers. Maybe, for the first time, instead of being the one who was so in tune with everyone elses pain, she saw mine. And she really felt it, and she understood it without having to say it. I'm not really sure why i remember this night so vividly. A turning point for me, i spose.
Lindsey cant save the world. And thats like, totally ok.
I went home, and shortly after kicked the boy out. I surrounded myself only with the people who truly understand who i am. And pretty soon after that, made-out with various people. These include the boys best friend, a hot chick and G's husband, and im pretty sure this was all in the same week. Definetly not a highlight in my life, but i figured it was somewhat legitimate. And, it is.
Story time is over. Back to the present. I went ice skating yesterday and busted my knee really bad. I was hoping it wouldnt feel too shitty today cause i really wanted to go again. Thats just not the case. I can hardly bend it, and im walkin with this gay limp. Dude, it better hurry and fix itself. I'm gonna be way bummed. Before i go again, im gonna get some way happenin dorky knee and elbow pads. If you wanna go real fast, youre gonna fall. Especially if you kinda suck, like i do.
On a slightly lighter note, i need sex. My vagina is going to explode. TORTURE!
Random quote for the day:
"i may not be a smart man, but i know what love is."
I just go around sayin that, over n over in a Forest Gump accent. Its rather amusing, but im sure it only adds to the nerdyness that is me. bye!
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I think we all have had odd points in our lives...
lmfao
only female pictures from now on okay.
remember i went totally lesbian right?!heh
thanks for story time.
I felt like a little girl sitting Indian syle in kindergarten again. On the little colorful mat with roads and numbers and all kinds of colors... ooh is that a piece of gum?
huh? oh sorry.. yeah anyways...
i think your vagina is suppose to 'splode when you have too much sex. not enough. youre mind will explode!!!
unless youre having mind blowing sex.. then your mind will explode from sex. or it could leak out your nose like leiras' nose bleed....
heh
smooches!!!
meooow! thanks for the totally hot testimonial.