Currently Listening To: Girlfight - Real Spite
Not special in anyway shape or form.
Does not fit-in with "normal" social circles.
Ideals not found in the next fix.
A lonely existence
Better than being counted among the living-dead
A river of crimson tears flowing through my veins.
I wish I could cry on the outside.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Trust Funds & Coke Habits
Currently Listening To: Between The Buried And Me - The Parallax II: Future Sequence
12:32 PM, Thursday
"You are shamelessly self-involved, psychotic, and I'm afraid of you...", Catherine exclaimed to the blank stare of her boyfriend. "Not once in this ongoing two year 'RELATIONSHIP' have you ever made me feel special or loved!"
She's right. I barely like her or even feel drawn to her any longer. I don't actually know why she and I are still dating at this point.
Wait...yes I do. She is a glutton for punishment (she likes to get fucked in the ass) and I am probably the best thing to ever happen to the girl.
(Side note here, I really fucking hate it when people use air quotes to drive home a point. I get it, we get...your a fucking moron.)
I took a relaxed drag from my Parliament, which dangled at the end of my lip and settled comfortably in my chair, behind my $300 Paul Smith aviator sunglass, hidden. Catherine starred anxiously, waiting for me to give her some brilliant knowledge of the world. All I could think about at the moment was what I should wear to Homecoming.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Zac?!" I flicked the ash from my cigarette, exhaled deeply, and looked up to the sky. "Are we done here?", I asked. "Did you even hear a word I said?", Catherine said furiously. "I did, but I don't think it is the appropriate time to bring up at this point...", trying to change the subject as to not create an even more awkward moment in public. Her cheeks were turning fire red and she was about to open her mouth again, "Just let it go Cat, this is not the time." (Especially since I had been up for the last 36 hours, snorting cocaine off of her best friend's, Clara, tits and fucking the bejesus out of her.) "Fine." , Catherine said. "But you're taking me shopping for a new dress for Homecoming." She got up from the table, snatched her purse, and floated away to wait for the car at the valet station.
I took a long, easy drag from my cigarette and put the butt out in an unfinished burger. I exhaled the smoke from my lungs like the angry dragon I was, took out my Louis Vuitton wallet, and threw a hundred dollar bill in the unfinished meal and walked up to the valet station to wait for the Jag.
Cut to six hours later, I finally ditched Cat and successfully avoided another mindless conversation with the poor girl by purchasing her a new dress and matching shoes and clutch (all Prada by the way).
I wish she would just take the hint and leave me already because I don't have the heart to tell the girl that I can't stand her. But it makes sense why she sticks around: her dad left early in her life and she was a still a virgin the night we met. I gave her a strong vodka drink, a little blow, and I told her I loved her.
She was mine.
7:20 PM, Thursday
Snort!!
Catherine shoots her head up violently over a tiny mirror covered in white powder. "Goddamn! What is this stuff?!", she exclaimed while grabbing at her nose unsure of the powder she just sucked into her body.
Snort, Snort!
"It's coke, I think, Sniff! ...it's been cut. Fucking Zac!", Clara said angrily, her head lingering over the mirror after she finished her line, disappointed in the drugs in front of her.
"It will probably take the entire bag to feel something...Tell Zac he needs to get cleaner shit.", Clara said casually while rubbing her nose while simultaneously inhaling deeply as to try and clear her nose.
Snort!!
Clara whips her head back hard again, "He wont listen to me...he hardly pays me any attention as it is. I don't think he loves me any more... Snort!! but he did buy me a new dress for the homecoming.". "He's always buying you new shit all the time: Tiffany jewelry, designer purses, trips to Cancun...you're a lucky bitch. I wish Brad cared for me like that.".
Snort! Sniff, Sniff!
Catherine takes another line and thinks to herself about what her friend had just said. She looked down at the tiny mirror, licked her finger, slid the dainty well manicured digit across the glass picking up the cocaine residue, and rubbed her gums sensually while giving Clara a slutty look. Clara's face and chest were flushed. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, cheek, neck, and crept down between her breasts. Catherine's heart was racing, mostly from the drugs, but she wanted Clara. She wanted to taste her.
Catherine licked her finger again to pick up more of the residue and told Clara to come in close. Clara, pacing the room, moved toward Catherine thinking she was about to do another line. As she was putting her head down to ingest the drugs, Catherine put her hand on her shoulder, spun her around, looked lovingly into Clara's green eyes, and drew her in close and kissed her softly on the lips. As she pulled back after the intimate encounter, Clara said, "What are you doing?", slightly confused. Catherine raised the finger with the cocaine residue to Clara's lips and said, "Shhh...", and slowly slid the finger into Clara's mouth. Confused and horny, Clara puckered her lips and began sucking at the supple digit and caressed her chest.
Clara was getting wet and was breathing heavily. Catherine pulled her finger back and looked at her friend. "Have you ever done this before?", Clara gasped. "Never, but you just looked so pretty. I don't know what came over me, sorry.", Catherine said bashfully. "You don't have to be sorry, Cat...I liked it.".
12:32 PM, Thursday
"You are shamelessly self-involved, psychotic, and I'm afraid of you...", Catherine exclaimed to the blank stare of her boyfriend. "Not once in this ongoing two year 'RELATIONSHIP' have you ever made me feel special or loved!"
She's right. I barely like her or even feel drawn to her any longer. I don't actually know why she and I are still dating at this point.
Wait...yes I do. She is a glutton for punishment (she likes to get fucked in the ass) and I am probably the best thing to ever happen to the girl.
(Side note here, I really fucking hate it when people use air quotes to drive home a point. I get it, we get...your a fucking moron.)
I took a relaxed drag from my Parliament, which dangled at the end of my lip and settled comfortably in my chair, behind my $300 Paul Smith aviator sunglass, hidden. Catherine starred anxiously, waiting for me to give her some brilliant knowledge of the world. All I could think about at the moment was what I should wear to Homecoming.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Zac?!" I flicked the ash from my cigarette, exhaled deeply, and looked up to the sky. "Are we done here?", I asked. "Did you even hear a word I said?", Catherine said furiously. "I did, but I don't think it is the appropriate time to bring up at this point...", trying to change the subject as to not create an even more awkward moment in public. Her cheeks were turning fire red and she was about to open her mouth again, "Just let it go Cat, this is not the time." (Especially since I had been up for the last 36 hours, snorting cocaine off of her best friend's, Clara, tits and fucking the bejesus out of her.) "Fine." , Catherine said. "But you're taking me shopping for a new dress for Homecoming." She got up from the table, snatched her purse, and floated away to wait for the car at the valet station.
I took a long, easy drag from my cigarette and put the butt out in an unfinished burger. I exhaled the smoke from my lungs like the angry dragon I was, took out my Louis Vuitton wallet, and threw a hundred dollar bill in the unfinished meal and walked up to the valet station to wait for the Jag.
Cut to six hours later, I finally ditched Cat and successfully avoided another mindless conversation with the poor girl by purchasing her a new dress and matching shoes and clutch (all Prada by the way).
I wish she would just take the hint and leave me already because I don't have the heart to tell the girl that I can't stand her. But it makes sense why she sticks around: her dad left early in her life and she was a still a virgin the night we met. I gave her a strong vodka drink, a little blow, and I told her I loved her.
She was mine.
7:20 PM, Thursday
Snort!!
Catherine shoots her head up violently over a tiny mirror covered in white powder. "Goddamn! What is this stuff?!", she exclaimed while grabbing at her nose unsure of the powder she just sucked into her body.
Snort, Snort!
"It's coke, I think, Sniff! ...it's been cut. Fucking Zac!", Clara said angrily, her head lingering over the mirror after she finished her line, disappointed in the drugs in front of her.
"It will probably take the entire bag to feel something...Tell Zac he needs to get cleaner shit.", Clara said casually while rubbing her nose while simultaneously inhaling deeply as to try and clear her nose.
Snort!!
Clara whips her head back hard again, "He wont listen to me...he hardly pays me any attention as it is. I don't think he loves me any more... Snort!! but he did buy me a new dress for the homecoming.". "He's always buying you new shit all the time: Tiffany jewelry, designer purses, trips to Cancun...you're a lucky bitch. I wish Brad cared for me like that.".
Snort! Sniff, Sniff!
Catherine takes another line and thinks to herself about what her friend had just said. She looked down at the tiny mirror, licked her finger, slid the dainty well manicured digit across the glass picking up the cocaine residue, and rubbed her gums sensually while giving Clara a slutty look. Clara's face and chest were flushed. A bead of sweat trickled down her forehead, cheek, neck, and crept down between her breasts. Catherine's heart was racing, mostly from the drugs, but she wanted Clara. She wanted to taste her.
Catherine licked her finger again to pick up more of the residue and told Clara to come in close. Clara, pacing the room, moved toward Catherine thinking she was about to do another line. As she was putting her head down to ingest the drugs, Catherine put her hand on her shoulder, spun her around, looked lovingly into Clara's green eyes, and drew her in close and kissed her softly on the lips. As she pulled back after the intimate encounter, Clara said, "What are you doing?", slightly confused. Catherine raised the finger with the cocaine residue to Clara's lips and said, "Shhh...", and slowly slid the finger into Clara's mouth. Confused and horny, Clara puckered her lips and began sucking at the supple digit and caressed her chest.
Clara was getting wet and was breathing heavily. Catherine pulled her finger back and looked at her friend. "Have you ever done this before?", Clara gasped. "Never, but you just looked so pretty. I don't know what came over me, sorry.", Catherine said bashfully. "You don't have to be sorry, Cat...I liked it.".
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