Don't you like it on the sly? Don't you like it 'till it hurts?
I played it sneaky and got out of a date-like thing tonight.
Yes!
While playing it sneaky, I also played it paggro. But at least I'm not out with him right now, and instead I'm here, eating chocolate icing and not thinking about my menial convenience store job that I just finished. For today.
Tell me about your first kiss! Icantplayguitar asked me about mine, so I told him this:
[Well, my first kiss was with Kyle Windle in kindergarten, but it was dumb and he pushed me off a swingset afterward. So I don't want to talk about that one.
In grade eight, however. My first real kiss.
My boyfriend (and this is my homage to 13-year-old punk rock puppy love) and I were standing outside on his back porch. He had his left arm around me and it was autumn. I was nervous, and somehow felt that my lips weren't going to feel the same way after someone else's tongue had been over them- like, as though I wouldn't be able to talk properly ever again, or maybe as though my mouth would seal up completely.
That might not make sense, but it's how I felt at the time, and I remember that feeling quite distinctly.
We kissed and there was tongue and I only opened my eyes once to see if his were open, and they weren't, so I closed them quickly in case he happened to open his and think I was creepy for opening mine because I read too many silly magazines about how kissing with your eyes open is the worst possible, most insincere thing you can do.
Breathe.
It was surprisingly good. Not awkward at all. I was so bloody nervous at first, though. We didn't even bump our noses together, as expected.
His mother tapped on the glass door behind us, and he pulled his arms away from my waist. We went inside and probably watched some of That 70's Show or something equally silly.]
in the morning,
where the mirror won't recognize me
Tomorrow, I'm going to buy a train ticket.
I played it sneaky and got out of a date-like thing tonight.
Yes!
While playing it sneaky, I also played it paggro. But at least I'm not out with him right now, and instead I'm here, eating chocolate icing and not thinking about my menial convenience store job that I just finished. For today.
Tell me about your first kiss! Icantplayguitar asked me about mine, so I told him this:
[Well, my first kiss was with Kyle Windle in kindergarten, but it was dumb and he pushed me off a swingset afterward. So I don't want to talk about that one.
In grade eight, however. My first real kiss.
My boyfriend (and this is my homage to 13-year-old punk rock puppy love) and I were standing outside on his back porch. He had his left arm around me and it was autumn. I was nervous, and somehow felt that my lips weren't going to feel the same way after someone else's tongue had been over them- like, as though I wouldn't be able to talk properly ever again, or maybe as though my mouth would seal up completely.
That might not make sense, but it's how I felt at the time, and I remember that feeling quite distinctly.
We kissed and there was tongue and I only opened my eyes once to see if his were open, and they weren't, so I closed them quickly in case he happened to open his and think I was creepy for opening mine because I read too many silly magazines about how kissing with your eyes open is the worst possible, most insincere thing you can do.
Breathe.
It was surprisingly good. Not awkward at all. I was so bloody nervous at first, though. We didn't even bump our noses together, as expected.
His mother tapped on the glass door behind us, and he pulled his arms away from my waist. We went inside and probably watched some of That 70's Show or something equally silly.]
in the morning,
where the mirror won't recognize me
Tomorrow, I'm going to buy a train ticket.
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he has a HUGE PENIS..
i was in the room when he fucked this girl i know.
There must be something that can be done about that.