Went out with the boyz last night. Exhibition people. It was good. Saw some bluesy band at the Brew House and then went to Joe's for the stiffest drinks and the conversation turned anything but tame. How is it that my mouth ALWAYS gets the best of me? It was good. THen went to Wildcat (which I FUCKING hate!) and saw Corey, the stupid boy and became very childish and threw ice at him repeatedly. He was MAD that I was with a bunch of guys. Is it possible to own flirting rights? I think not! Saw no cute girls 'twas a shame... Texan boy asked if I could drive him home because he was too drunk. Halfway there he asked if he could kiss me and I said "No. Wait, why would you ask me that?!" I HATE when a guy asks to kiss me. It takes all the fun out of it! (take notes). Drove the remainder of the way home with little to say, got to his house and leaned over to kiss him. It was rough and abrasive and DIRTY! Loved it. Told him to get out of my car. He says "you CANNOT kiss like that and tell me that's all you want! Take me home with you! Please!" I kissed him again and then told him to get out of the car. I should've told him I would take him home but only if I could don a strap-on and do him! (Sorry, big discussion earlier in the evening. One of those guys who "loves" women's shoes and says that nothing more than a finger up to first knuckle in his ass... uhh yeah). I know I'm a bad girl! Went home. Called Demitrios. Did not masturbate... 
excellent, then i won't have to grovel and beg for them...