I had a crush on him. Used to follow him around. Talked to him from time to time to tell him how he always made horrible choices when it came to dating. Talked about my love for him on an online forum (HAI2PENIESARKADE!!!). Never had the balls to tell him how I felt.
I regret nothing.
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I'm only going to tell part of it, because some of it is really emotionally traumatizing to me,
and I really don't want to get into that.
So, while I was living downtown (as usual), we had this girl living with us. Athletic build, not too skinny though,
and moderately attractive. She was a lot of fun to hang out with, and we got along really well. But like I said,
that's another story in itself.
So, after she had been living in the apartment with us for about two weeks, she decided that she was tired of sleeping alone. So one night, while we were sitting around bullshitting and smoking, she stood up and said she was ready for bed. I was all like, "Yeah, good night," and I figured she was going to go into her room. No. She strips down to her underwear and climbs in my bed. I'm sitting there with my mouth hanging open, totally in shock. Within 30 seconds, she is out like a fucking light.
About 20 minutes later, Elliot walks into my room to ask me something.
"Uh, I was wondering if tomorrow we could...What the fuck?"
I smiled and shrugged. We go out into the hall and shut the door.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"I do NOT know. She said she was going to bed, busted down to her Fruit of the Looms and crashed."
"Are you guys fucking on the sly?"
"Yeah, right. You know my track record better than that."
"Well, you never know. So...She just sacked out?"
"Yep."
"You going to sleep in there with her?"
"Yep."
"In the bed?"
"Probably not."
"You're too much of a gentleman. It will one day be your undoing."
"You're probably right."
So, I go into the room, shut the door, grab a pillow and a blanket and sack out on the floor.
Why? Because I don't want to be accused of shit, since she was still kind of engaged at this point,
and because she was sprawled out like a dead squirrel on the highway, so I wouldn't have had any room anyway.
The next morning, she woke up, and then she woke me up in turn.
"What are you doing on the floor?"
"Well, I was sleeping, until I was so rudely interrupted."
"Why aren't you sleeping in the bed?"
"Well, because you were there, and I thought...well, I..."
"Look, there's nothing wrong with sleeping with someone. From now on, just climb on in. We're both adults, you know."
"Yeah, okay."
So this was the way things went for three months, for the most part. She would come home, we would hang out,
talk and go to sleep together. Naturally, the idea of sex came around, and she totally turned me down.
"Look, I sleep with all kinds of guys, but you're different from them. We have a different kind of relationship,
and I don't want something as petty as sex to ruin that."
"As petty as sex? You've been sleeping next to me three-quarters naked for two and a half months now.
I figured it was some kind of sign."
"It was. It's a sign that I trust you not to take advantage of me."
"DO WHAT? Oh, for the love of shit. You have to be fucking kidding me."
"Look, I had a relationship with someone like you once, and we had sex, and it totally ruined everything.
Now we can't even look at each other."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever."
"I know you're disappointed, but it'll pass. I just love you in a different way."
"Uh huh. Whatever the fuck that means."
"Look, don't be mean, and don't be angry with me."
"I'm not being mean, and how can I not be angry?"
"Look, I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. Are you coming?"
"Are we going to have sex?"
"No."
"Then what the fuck else is there to do?"
We shut off the light and went to bed. I was still pissed off,
but it's hard to be that pissed when there is an almost naked person in your bed. She had been runnnig all around town,
fucking this guy and that guy ever since she broke up with her fiance,
and yet she would always come back home and expect me to be her emotional anchor. I had had more than enough.
So I waited for her to fall asleep, and I rolled her over on her stomach and I jerked off on her back.
It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
I got a hell of a giggle out of it when she woke up the next morning and said,
"It must be so humid out. When I woke up, I was stuck to the blankets."
I'm only going to tell part of it, because some of it is really emotionally traumatizing to me,
and I really don't want to get into that.
So, while I was living downtown (as usual), we had this girl living with us. Athletic build, not too skinny though,
and moderately attractive. She was a lot of fun to hang out with, and we got along really well. But like I said,
that's another story in itself.
So, after she had been living in the apartment with us for about two weeks, she decided that she was tired of sleeping alone. So one night, while we were sitting around bullshitting and smoking, she stood up and said she was ready for bed. I was all like, "Yeah, good night," and I figured she was going to go into her room. No. She strips down to her underwear and climbs in my bed. I'm sitting there with my mouth hanging open, totally in shock. Within 30 seconds, she is out like a fucking light.
About 20 minutes later, Elliot walks into my room to ask me something.
"Uh, I was wondering if tomorrow we could...What the fuck?"
I smiled and shrugged. We go out into the hall and shut the door.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"I do NOT know. She said she was going to bed, busted down to her Fruit of the Looms and crashed."
"Are you guys fucking on the sly?"
"Yeah, right. You know my track record better than that."
"Well, you never know. So...She just sacked out?"
"Yep."
"You going to sleep in there with her?"
"Yep."
"In the bed?"
"Probably not."
"You're too much of a gentleman. It will one day be your undoing."
"You're probably right."
So, I go into the room, shut the door, grab a pillow and a blanket and sack out on the floor.
Why? Because I don't want to be accused of shit, since she was still kind of engaged at this point,
and because she was sprawled out like a dead squirrel on the highway, so I wouldn't have had any room anyway.
The next morning, she woke up, and then she woke me up in turn.
"What are you doing on the floor?"
"Well, I was sleeping, until I was so rudely interrupted."
"Why aren't you sleeping in the bed?"
"Well, because you were there, and I thought...well, I..."
"Look, there's nothing wrong with sleeping with someone. From now on, just climb on in. We're both adults, you know."
"Yeah, okay."
So this was the way things went for three months, for the most part. She would come home, we would hang out,
talk and go to sleep together. Naturally, the idea of sex came around, and she totally turned me down.
"Look, I sleep with all kinds of guys, but you're different from them. We have a different kind of relationship,
and I don't want something as petty as sex to ruin that."
"As petty as sex? You've been sleeping next to me three-quarters naked for two and a half months now.
I figured it was some kind of sign."
"It was. It's a sign that I trust you not to take advantage of me."
"DO WHAT? Oh, for the love of shit. You have to be fucking kidding me."
"Look, I had a relationship with someone like you once, and we had sex, and it totally ruined everything.
Now we can't even look at each other."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever."
"I know you're disappointed, but it'll pass. I just love you in a different way."
"Uh huh. Whatever the fuck that means."
"Look, don't be mean, and don't be angry with me."
"I'm not being mean, and how can I not be angry?"
"Look, I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. Are you coming?"
"Are we going to have sex?"
"No."
"Then what the fuck else is there to do?"
We shut off the light and went to bed. I was still pissed off,
but it's hard to be that pissed when there is an almost naked person in your bed. She had been runnnig all around town,
fucking this guy and that guy ever since she broke up with her fiance,
and yet she would always come back home and expect me to be her emotional anchor. I had had more than enough.
So I waited for her to fall asleep, and I rolled her over on her stomach and I jerked off on her back.
It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
I got a hell of a giggle out of it when she woke up the next morning and said,
"It must be so humid out. When I woke up, I was stuck to the blankets."
I've been rather well. I've gotten myself a new ladyfriend since I last saw you (not sure if you were posting when her and I got together), which has been my big change.
What are you up to? Have you gotten yourself back in to college yet?
Oh, that's another thing I'm up to. I'm moving to Seattle in (partially) an attempt to get back in to college. I'm really excited about it, I think I'll be back full time by the fall of 08.
I've been rather well. I've gotten myself a new ladyfriend since I last saw you (not sure if you were posting when her and I got together), which has been my big change.
What are you up to? Have you gotten yourself back in to college yet?
Oh, that's another thing I'm up to. I'm moving to Seattle in (partially) an attempt to get back in to college. I'm really excited about it, I think I'll be back full time by the fall of 08.
Yeah, ha ha... sexual assault from someone who doesn't have half a ball to confront someone to their face.
For your information (and everyone else's), I actually did confront her about it several times.
You're getting all judgemental on a rather abbreviated version of the story. There was a lot more to it than that, and for the most part, everyone who knows the entire story agrees that she got what she deserved.
Of course, since you're all such fucking pillars of morality and you would never do anything wrong or questionable as far as morality or the law is concerned, you're all fine to start casting stones.
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Of course, since you're all such fucking pillars of morality and you would never do anything wrong or questionable as far as morality or the law is concerned, you're all fine to start casting stones.
Umm, I'm pretty much your standard issue goody two-shoes over here.
Of course, since you're all such fucking pillars of morality and you would never do anything wrong or questionable as far as morality or the law is concerned, you're all fine to start casting stones.
Umm, I'm pretty much your standard issue goody two-shoes over here.
I pretty much wasn't talking to you.
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I did collectively call the proud people of Iraq sand-you-know-whats in 9th Grade.
Yeah, I'm still pretty damn ashamed of that. :oops:
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I'm only going to tell part of it, because some of it is really emotionally traumatizing to me,
and I really don't want to get into that.
So, while I was living downtown (as usual), we had this girl living with us. Athletic build, not too skinny though,
and moderately attractive. She was a lot of fun to hang out with, and we got along really well. But like I said,
that's another story in itself.
So, after she had been living in the apartment with us for about two weeks, she decided that she was tired of sleeping alone. So one night, while we were sitting around bullshitting and smoking, she stood up and said she was ready for bed. I was all like, "Yeah, good night," and I figured she was going to go into her room. No. She strips down to her underwear and climbs in my bed. I'm sitting there with my mouth hanging open, totally in shock. Within 30 seconds, she is out like a fucking light.
About 20 minutes later, Elliot walks into my room to ask me something.
"Uh, I was wondering if tomorrow we could...What the fuck?"
I smiled and shrugged. We go out into the hall and shut the door.
"What the fuck is going on?"
"I do NOT know. She said she was going to bed, busted down to her Fruit of the Looms and crashed."
"Are you guys fucking on the sly?"
"Yeah, right. You know my track record better than that."
"Well, you never know. So...She just sacked out?"
"Yep."
"You going to sleep in there with her?"
"Yep."
"In the bed?"
"Probably not."
"You're too much of a gentleman. It will one day be your undoing."
"You're probably right."
So, I go into the room, shut the door, grab a pillow and a blanket and sack out on the floor.
Why? Because I don't want to be accused of shit, since she was still kind of engaged at this point,
and because she was sprawled out like a dead squirrel on the highway, so I wouldn't have had any room anyway.
The next morning, she woke up, and then she woke me up in turn.
"What are you doing on the floor?"
"Well, I was sleeping, until I was so rudely interrupted."
"Why aren't you sleeping in the bed?"
"Well, because you were there, and I thought...well, I..."
"Look, there's nothing wrong with sleeping with someone. From now on, just climb on in. We're both adults, you know."
"Yeah, okay."
So this was the way things went for three months, for the most part. She would come home, we would hang out,
talk and go to sleep together. Naturally, the idea of sex came around, and she totally turned me down.
"Look, I sleep with all kinds of guys, but you're different from them. We have a different kind of relationship,
and I don't want something as petty as sex to ruin that."
"As petty as sex? You've been sleeping next to me three-quarters naked for two and a half months now.
I figured it was some kind of sign."
"It was. It's a sign that I trust you not to take advantage of me."
"DO WHAT? Oh, for the love of shit. You have to be fucking kidding me."
"Look, I had a relationship with someone like you once, and we had sex, and it totally ruined everything.
Now we can't even look at each other."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever."
"I know you're disappointed, but it'll pass. I just love you in a different way."
"Uh huh. Whatever the fuck that means."
"Look, don't be mean, and don't be angry with me."
"I'm not being mean, and how can I not be angry?"
"Look, I'm tired, and I'm going to bed. Are you coming?"
"Are we going to have sex?"
"No."
"Then what the fuck else is there to do?"
We shut off the light and went to bed. I was still pissed off,
but it's hard to be that pissed when there is an almost naked person in your bed. She had been runnnig all around town,
fucking this guy and that guy ever since she broke up with her fiance,
and yet she would always come back home and expect me to be her emotional anchor. I had had more than enough.
So I waited for her to fall asleep, and I rolled her over on her stomach and I jerked off on her back.
It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
I got a hell of a giggle out of it when she woke up the next morning and said,
"It must be so humid out. When I woke up, I was stuck to the blankets."
Like I said, a small victory.
...
Hahahahahaha
...
This is a pretty good story.
I also live in Corvallis for whoever was just talking about it. Yes, the weather is not good. When I went to work, I inadvertently slid all the way down my driveway this morning like I was wearing ice skates.
Of course, since you're all such fucking pillars of morality and you would never do anything wrong or questionable as far as morality or the law is concerned, you're all fine to start casting stones.
Umm, I'm pretty much your standard issue goody two-shoes over here.
I pretty much wasn't talking to you.
I shoplifted some baseball cards when I was 13 from Wal-Mart. I think that is my worst legal offense ever...well, and speeding tickets...maybe the stripper dismembering too, but that doesn't count because strippers aren't people.
Yeah, ha ha... sexual assault from someone who doesn't have half a ball to confront someone to their face.
Dammit Cal, the second I saw where that story was going I was gonna post that.
We could set up a spreadsheet. Like you get the next sexual deviant. I mean, a system would make things more orderly. I'm not doing it though because I fucking hate Excel. I'll be glad to put my name in a box though.
jacking over an unknowing girl's back is only justified if she killed the rest of your family
otherwise you're just kind of a disgusting motherfucker
and not in the good way like we have around here
My post about it got deleted over at Flying Stove. I am now considered a "dickcheese" to them.
I am sorry Moriveth that you think rape and sexual assault are cool. I hope you do not bring these issues up with Janson, next time you chat. It could get weird.
jacking over an unknowing girl's back is only justified if she killed the rest of your family
otherwise you're just kind of a disgusting motherfucker
and not in the good way like we have around here
My post about it got deleted over at Flying Stove. I am now considered a "dickcheese" to them.
I am sorry Moriveth that you think rape and sexual assault are cool. I hope you do not bring these issues up with Janson, next time you chat. It could get weird.
Richard Cheese is an excellent recording artist.
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I tried forgetting you. I succeeded until now.
I regret nothing.
growing up sucks
the only way i know about corvallis is from a book
fascinating
and i lied to myself, i am still posting.
Whooo!
Callius with the assist.
hey satan...: thinkgeek amazon My post |
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Hahahahahaha
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What are you up to? Have you gotten yourself back in to college yet?
Oh, that's another thing I'm up to. I'm moving to Seattle in (partially) an attempt to get back in to college. I'm really excited about it, I think I'll be back full time by the fall of 08.
Dammit Cal, the second I saw where that story was going I was gonna post that.
I see that and think, "man, he failed. if you're gonna bukkake someone, bukkake them right."
it's fun to rally around a cause
I got the movie from Netflix because it had been years since I saw it, and Wil and Shannon do the voices of a couple of the kids.
For your information (and everyone else's), I actually did confront her about it several times.
You're getting all judgemental on a rather abbreviated version of the story. There was a lot more to it than that, and for the most part, everyone who knows the entire story agrees that she got what she deserved.
Of course, since you're all such fucking pillars of morality and you would never do anything wrong or questionable as far as morality or the law is concerned, you're all fine to start casting stones.
Umm, I'm pretty much your standard issue goody two-shoes over here.
I pretty much wasn't talking to you.
Yeah, I'm still pretty damn ashamed of that. :oops:
and now l look what happened
I hope you're happy with yourself
This is a pretty good story.
I also live in Corvallis for whoever was just talking about it. Yes, the weather is not good. When I went to work, I inadvertently slid all the way down my driveway this morning like I was wearing ice skates.
or straight up rape her.
grow a pair
otherwise you're just kind of a disgusting motherfucker
and not in the good way like we have around here
I am sorry Moriveth that you think rape and sexual assault are cool. I hope you do not bring these issues up with Janson, next time you chat. It could get weird.
That would be quite a responsibility though.
I'd have to put up a sign in my house with the whole "great power = great responsibility" thing on it.
And then I would use my newfound power to fight crime.
Somehow.
I'm sure I could think of something.
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Richard Cheese is an excellent recording artist.
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bend over
lower, so your mom and the people on the internet can see