Posts Tagged ‘panties’

honey i’m home

Friday, September 26th, 2008

djumbrella

fingerpaint

so much for hoping he was the next one and only. so much for his potential and the mixed messages in the voice mailed to me or the text he sent while he painted the town red. i thought he was different for a second and for the first time in my life i was going to try to take it slow instead of letting him rip off all my clothes as soon as i stepped foot over the threshold. they win when most of the time i loose but the truth is i’m really not that into the competition. what i don’t get is why he tried to come in between me and duchess. he sent me a mixed message first but she happened to be the one out so i guess it was more convenient for him to get to her side of town. a little bird told me he was all over her and she couldn’t help but notice he was socially ackward. what the fuck i just don’t get why they all only go for what they believe is easy. guess what: i have never had to work for what i got.

painting

locked out

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

lindslivingroom

this morning i left my keys in my apartment. i forgot them when i decided that i needed a cigarette. as soon as the door slammed on my ass i realized i had to go back in for my lighter. i was barefoot with no keys. sweet. i get to walk to the store with bed head and ignore the sign that reads no shirt no shoes no service and went in wearing just panties with an ex boyfriend’s old wife beater. the clerk knows me but can’t see my feet and i asked if i could use the phone before i realized that i don’t have my cell so i have no numbers. its a little before noon so my roommates are’t even due home until this evening. when i buzzed all the doors it made my landlords dog bark but that was the only response i got. fuck. i’m going to have to climb over ten foot gate to get into the backyard for the ladder so i can hopefully scale the siding so i can crawl in my window that might be unlocked only if i can pop the screen out. the cops happen to be patrolling the street and saw me hanging from the iron bars as i was trying to swing my leg over so they stopped, interrogated me for breaking and entering, then made me call a locksmith so it ended up costing me sixty bucks. lovely.