August 22, 2003
Marking their territory
Some of us at work went downtown to the street dance last night. Darla was wearing plaid pants. She looks good wearing them, I did not. My Grandpa use to buy plaid stretch pants out of the back of a car at the racetrack when I was in junior high for $1.00 and my Dad made us wear them. He thought he was doing us a favor but anyone having to look at my ass in those hideous pants had my deepest sympathy.

They had a great band playing, it was minutes of fun. When I got home there were two messages on my machine from the Ken Doll.

See bitching at them sometimes does work

He came over around 10:30pm and knocked my socks off as always except for that one time when he wasn't putting any effort into it and was just average. Anyway, when I looked in the mirror this morning what do I see but a ugly red hickey on my neck. Fucker.

He's getting kicked in the nuts next time I see him. Well, after I am DONE. I screamed for my mom, because I'm eight. ~ Trancejen ~ i dont really give myself hickies very much, anymore ~ Satellitebob ~

Later kids,