imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heart of Hearts Heart of Hearts"Heart of hearts, - Megan K. McClellan, some time ago I always thought that was one of the coolest things I ever wrote. I think that was the whole thing. There may be another verse. I don't exactly remember. I'm happy today. It's been gloriously sunny and not too extremely hot. I love it. I still love that phrase. I never used it much, but it's good for so many things. I was really bad this weekend. And I don't mean normal pseudo-slutty bad. Well, I suppose I kind of do, but not entirely. I went "camping" with Babs. Camping implies a lot of things with Babs, but not the things you'd think. Mostly, it implies drinking and sex. First, I had citrus flavored beer. It was one of those new "energized" beer things. It tasted nothing like beer, and I could therefore drink it. Woo! That was all I intended to drink. Babs had me taste a Budweiser Select, but I scoffed. It was gross and beer flavored. Then, my dear former JW whom shall hence be known as RockStar, showed up with cheap, cheap booze. I kind of think he was trying to get me at least vaguely intoxicated. He sure as hell offered me the bottle a lot. And let's just say I didn't turn it down. So after the Mad Dog, I was plenty capable of drinking a beer. Woo! Budweiser Select is awesome if I can't taste it! Then, my utter downfall. Some people make smoking look so damn hot. Other people are foolish foolish sheep. Ba. I possibly inhaled some cancer. Sweet, hot, burning my lungs oh so pleasantly, cancer. BAD MEGAN. Then RS and I teased each other unmercifully. Damnable teasing. Gah. More later, leaving now. 6:01 p.m. - April 18, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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