Saturday, August 10, 2002

Pierced

It's done. It's done. Um, it's done.

I was being made to feel nervous, I was being told I'd cry. I've always got a cool and calm exterior, that's always easy to fake. But today, when booking my appointment, and even waiting in the store to go through with it, I was calm. If anything, I was anxious to do it, and see what the big fuss was about. I invited my, erm, female friend in with me. And her guy friend as well (mind you a different guy friend than before). Because a couple weeks ago, her and I had agreed that on my visit, if she pierced something, I would too. And since she got her belly pierced a few days ago and I couldn't watch, I wanted her to watch me get my nipple pierced.

I was calm, the lady doing the piercing was joking. She said she wouldn't normally joke because that would sometimes freak the person out, but she could tell that I was ok with everything and that made her comfortable to joke. Two deep breaths and it was done; I asked if I could look at my nipple with the needle in it. It looked pretty cool like that, but I doubt that it would be a permanent thing, what with the pointy end being... pointy. So I got my hoop put in, was warned that since my nipple is so shallow, my body might push the ring up through the skin. There's no way to avoid that, other than piercing it again, deeper. Damned shallow nips.

-Again, done and done

Friday, August 09, 2002

Sandwiches

I know you want to do it, you know I want to do it too, out here on the dance floor, where we can make sandwhiches. You can be the bun, and I can be the burger, girl. I know you want to do it, so we can make sandwhiches.

So make your thighs like butter, easy to spread and we can make sandwiches out here on the dance floor.

-I know you want to do it
I won a jeep

Yes, that's right. I won a TJ Rocker last night, to use over the weekend. I went back to the bar this afternoon, withdrew $200 for a deposit and I get a "Sorry, you need a Winnipeg licence. Would you take a 12 of beer instead?". So now I've got a phat stack of cash burning a hole in my pocket, and a 12 of Molson Canadian.

Last night at the bar was quite an event. I drank a whole lot of shooters, was asked to see my penis, won and lost a jeep, got a cigarette burn on my left hand, rolled a condom onto a banana, got punched in the head... Not bad for my first time in a bar, ever. Here's what was forced down my throat:

Crystal bought me:
Vodka Paralyzer drink
Snakebite shooter
Fetus shooter

Angie bought me:
Four Horsemen shooter
Molson Canadian bottled beer
Prarie Fire shooter
Bailey/Vodka shooter (I forget the name)
Tequila with Lime shooter

Some guy who sat at our table bought everyone 2 paralyzer shooters:
Paralyzer shooter
Paralyzer shooter

I bought myself:
Tequila with no lime shooter
Tequila with no lime shooter
Tequila with no lime shooter


So that adds up to 11 shots, one beer and one drink. Over the course of 4 hours, it was all great. Today, I'm feeling fine; not dizzy, no headache, not nauseous. Not even tired for falling asleep at 6am.

-I wanted that jeep

Thursday, August 08, 2002

Wants a friend in you

No update. There's stuff worth talking about, but not to a bunch of strangers like you.

-Concidered a piercing again, today

Wednesday, August 07, 2002

This Game Stinks

I'm feeling about this |------------------------------------| tall right now. It's like neither of us can talk to the other without saying something wrong. I'm getting upset because she is telling me that I'm making her feel guilty. And for that, I feel like an ass. I giant ass. An ass bigger than how tall I'm feeling, so it must be a long ass. Anyway, we're going out now, gotta go.

-fucking ass

Monday, August 05, 2002

Played it 'till my fingers bled

I'm having a good time... really, I am. I'm trying hard to not let my feelings get in the way. Actually, I feel like an ass, because sometimes I have this distant look in my eyes, or a twisted smile, or a blank look. Then she asks me if there's anything bothering me and I don't want to repeat myself. She's trying really hard to show me a good time and to make me smile. I think that's proof that she cares how I feel, and she agrees she has trouble showing her feelings. Anyway, I don't want to repeat myself, but what am I supposed to say? I feel like an ass because all I've been able to say is "I don't want to repeat myself, we know what it's about already."

And I'm trying, honestly, to have a good time here, and not pull any guilt trips. I'm here as a friend and that's all it is; I think it's alright that I want more. But that's where the feelings come into play, and I'm trying not to let them get the better of me. We're friends and I don't want to push that away. I'm kind of looking forward to meeting her new guy-friend.

BUT on a lighter note, here's what I did today. I was home alone, so I played guitar. I was trying to do like "The summer of 69" and play it until my fingers bled, but it didn't quite work out that way. They are, however, quite numb. OK, not numb any more, but they were. Today I learned 'Lynyrd Skynyrd - Sweet Home Alabama" and I relearned a whole bunch of other songs. '3 Doors Down - Kryptonite', 'Don McClean - American Pie', 'King of the Hill Theme', '007 Theme', 'Green Day - Time Of Your Life'.

-Not like other guys

Sunday, August 04, 2002

Ass Took a Pounding

Yeah, you read that right. 32 hours on a bus and your butt would be sore from sitting, too. Especially on a wallet that's got more coin than you know what to do with it. Coin consisting of mostly pennies.

Anyway, I'm here in Winnipeg. After a rough start, everything is fine. I'm happy, she's happy (I think) and we're just friends. We cruised around town tonight with her friends, and it was fun. I'm tired, though, and it's late now so I should probably get my sore ass to bed.

-First time in three years, and it's weird

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