almost-sane's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Weekend Babble and Donuts
Bad news: that whole thing where I was trying not to have sex for three months? Not working out. Good news: Gabe. Gabe. Gabe. I'm sorry, but when it comes to him, I simply can't help myself. No woman in her right mind would be able to. BETTER NEWS: I had my very first orgasm from sex. God bless America. So that's what it's supposed to feel like. I mean, I feel like I should get a billboard over Sunset Blvd. and advertise this.... this thing. I don't know. I was laughing and I was giddy and I very near cried. Gabe was so pleased with himself and despite my pleading, how could he not let it go to his head? He knew about my previous issues and I suppose a little egoism could be permitted. He asked "why are you bothering to fake it? You never bother..." and I told him, I really wasn't! ACK! It's good stuff. And we tried to repeat it twice more, and it was close, but no cigar. He is gonna be my date next Saturday, though - I have a fancy holiday party to attend. What a nice boy. And on Saturday night, I went to my friend John's birthday party which was goth themed. That was so much fun. I love any excuse to dress how I would never normally dress. I got to wear my corsette and my black skirt, my knee-high black boots and my fishnets, my long black jacket, the heavy make-up, the scary jewelry... It's a good look for me actually since I am already dark-haired and pale. I met John Paul through Brandy. He used to be some kind of model and he nearly puts Gabe to shame in the looks department. And what a body on this guy! DAMN. Taking him home was a no brainer, but not having sex with him took every ounce of will power within me. Who�s impressed? I spent Sunday in a perfectly contented state of vegetation on the couch until I had to go meet my mom for shopping. I spent an absolute fortune at Nordstrom and Banana Republic. I must be out of my mind. I certainly don�t have the money for it. Oh sure, God gave us credit cards but then what? Valerie just told me she had 2 donuts for breakfast and I am totally craving a Krispy Kreme now. Damn her. Damn her to hell. 9:42 A.M. - 11.06.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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