not_again bijou new years eve. actually it was new years, about onethirty or so. i was finishing off my second bottle of champagne and feeling a little, eh, frisky? at my apartment before we left, me and my girls were dancing around piggy's room, groping each other, laughing, drinking, getting ready. by the time i got to the party i was ready. i knew he would be there, jeremy, the first boy i ever slept with. i think that's why i wanted to go so bad. i was drunk, and i talked to him, and he told me that there was never a chance for us. he was waiting for the right girl to come along. it ain't me i guess. funny, that's the second time this week someone told me that. he said, yeah we made mistakes, if you know what i mean, but that's all they were. so i told him it was my first time. he felt like crap of course. "and we talked about it all night long, we defined our moral ground." and i told him we could still have sex if he wanted to. so we did. until five in the morning. then he left with a see ya later. i suppose i deserved that. 020101 ... nom) 7_oh_clock 050913 ... unhinged i thought you were done in me 050913 what's it to you? who go blather from