okay so my computer is all fucked up probably because of all the porn i downloaded so i have been deprived of the internetz for like a week now. FML. i feel like there is so much for to update ya'll with. first off, ya'll are looking at the brand new belle of the savannah lesbian ball. that's right, i somehow stumpled upon the dyke community here in safannie, and what can i say, i'm the new girl and i'm hot so of course things are going well, i am wanted by all. stupid thing about all of this? i already have drama. met this girl, let's call her ivy, ivy and i really hit it off, she is fantastic and smart and talented and yes i wanted to have sex with her. but i was on my period so we just made out on the hood of my car for almost an hour. fast forward a couple of days. i go to the bar with ivy, meet some of her frands (those dykes i was talking about earlier) and of course hit it off with all of them, ivy then leaves me at the bar to get dinner with a friend, which was okay because i was enjoying getting to know all these people. when she got back and saw how i was flocked by women who were vying for my attention she got all moody and stupid, EVEN THOUGH I TOLD HER THAT I WAS READY TO LEAVE AND THAT I WOULD DRIVE HER HOME HINT HINT HINT. but no she wanted to walk. whatevs. so i had midterms and papers and basically was in the dark hole of academia for a coupla days and when i crawled out i realized i hadn't heard from ivy in like three days. so i called, thinking she was busy too, finishing up her thesis and shit, and i was gonna ask her to dinner. bitch comes at me about how disrespectful at that bar that night and how she was really hurt. WTF. it's like, omg, we made out once and we are in a monogomous relationship? not to mention she is moving to new york city in less than two weeks. SO WTF CAN'T WE JUST HAVE FUN AND HAVE SEX? apparently not.
in other news, i met this girl, i'll call her frenchie cause she isn't french at all. frenchie is the most superb creature ever and even though she has a girlfriend i know we have a soul connection. and i don't care that bookcase made fun of me when i talked about her aura, all i know is that we had sparks (like sex sparks not the drink sparks) and i am not above being a homewrecker.
bookcase is coming in town for st. patty's day. get ready for some shit to hit the safannie fan.
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We are two totally awesome ladies who lived the life of celibacy for eight months. It sucked but we both learned alot. Bookcase lives in the mountains of the south and is classy and assertive, baking her muffins and walking her rottweiler. Pootalatte (me) lives in the coastal marshlands of the south and I am wild and emotional, going to college and walking my yorkie/chihuahua. We basically talk about our sex lives and being single/not single/maybe single?
I'm thinking that the lesbos love their drama and u should watch out for the jenny factor, cuz it would suck if you were murdered by a buncha hawt ladies and I'd never get to see you again, but I could understand cuz you were annoying and the stooooooopidest character ever invented. Oops. I think I merged onto a subject unrelated to the topic at hand.
ReplyDeleteAnyway. Be wary of water and if you see shane tell her I said what's up.
thanks goo.
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