sick
27 May 2002 at 11:06 pm

names and identifying details altered to protect the innocent

friend(10:46:24 PM): wanna hear how boyfriend said i love you?

theglitterfades0 (10:46:29 PM): yup

friend(10:46:29 PM): it was actully when i was giving him a hand job

theglitterfades0 (10:46:32 PM): WHAT!

friend(10:46:34 PM): haha

theglitterfades0 (10:46:34 PM): ew!

friend(10:46:35 PM): !!

friend (10:46:42 PM): no no its funny!

theglitterfades0 (10:46:44 PM): did you...like, stop?

friend(10:47:04 PM): yeah i stopped and couldnt think of anything to say and he was like "you dont have to say anything"

theglitterfades0 (10:47:05 PM): jesus christ, what awkward timing

theglitterfades0 (10:47:11 PM): lol!

friend(10:47:12 PM): he was like "girlfriend, i love you"

theglitterfades0 (10:47:14 PM): well, that explains it

friend (10:47:15 PM): all out of breath

theglitterfades0 (10:47:17 PM): LOL!

theglitterfades0 (10:47:20 PM): that's classic

friend (10:47:38 PM): and then we cuddled for awhile and then he was like "so...are you going to finish or what?"

theglitterfades0 (10:47:50 PM): oh my god

theglitterfades0 (10:47:59 PM): it's a good thing you didn't tell me that over the phone. my mom would have been like, wha'ts going on!

friend (10:48:40 PM): ahhaha!!!!!

i feel like shit. sick shit.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.