[	Tags	|	alternate, jarod	]
[	Current Location	|	school	]
[	mood	|	bored	]
[	music	|	Herr Viktor took my iPod away...	]

This 3-D design class sucks, but hey, I get to use the internet all during class!
I know you like to check your e-mail and things during lunch, so hopefully this'll give you something to fill up the time with until your next class.
Because I've been thinking. How nice it would be to walk into the 2nd floor boy's room, take a piss, be washing my hands when the door swings open. You take hold of the back of my hoodie, twist me around to see your face, and back again to push me forward into the last stall in the row. Pressed against my back, you'd paw down my chest and stomach to open my jeans. Turning us, you sit down and yank my pants down, pull me into your lap with my jeans below my knees, holding my back to your chest. You reach around and between my legs, twisting two fingers into my ass. I'm already hard, so you spit into your hand and- oh, man, there's the bell.

[	Tags	|	dionysus	]
[	mood	|	blah	]
[	music	|	The Naughty Little Rat Makes New Friends - W/IFS	]

everyone's miserable. whatever. it happens. easy come, easy went. you'd think they'd learn that by now. you'd think she could pick something up from me. it sucks and its inconvenient, but there's a lot more fish in the sea. none of those fish have ever given me a ring and a promise and taken care of me BUT HEEEY these things happen. slippery little bastards. 
i don't really feel like fighting for anything. maybe someone else is up to that task. i think she's putting her apathy into me, and i'm okay with that, because it's much more comfortable than caring that i may never see my husband again, or any of my very dear lovers. may never be painted again. may never be part of a revolution again.
eh.
so, who wants to snort coke off my ass? all my lonely relatives, that's whooooo... 

oh, just a word of advice to everyone; avoid Morpheus.