Jolly what a ride. And for once, I'm not talking about sex. Well... not entirely about sex. Because there is ALWAYS sex when it comes to moi. Let it be that I was talking about sex, that I was flirting with the other/same sex, that I fought because of sex, that I want sex... you can pretty much imagine the rest.
It's been quite the weekend. Dunno where to start. Letsee... the basic elements here are: Rink, sex, threesomes, cheating, Laurie, fights, Alice, issues, friends, sickness, Alek, anger and music. Yeah. Jam-packed and uber interesting for you gossip queens that love to see this crap happen to other people. You know who you are. This is for you.
Since life is short and books are long, I'm just gonna go basic. There were plenty of misconceptions and miscommunication from both parties [Party A= Rink, Party B= me]. According to Party A this has always been an OPEN RELATIONSHIP. I know what you're all thinking. "Dude, that's great! you're so fucking lucky with that piece of meat!". Believe it or not, I'm directly quoting someone. *hintNEMOhint* So yeah. True. That's the best thing that could ever happen to me. No strings attached, no explanations, nothing. Just great sex. Except [because life is full of these]... I didn't think it was fantastic, or great, or even the best thing that ever happened to me. At some point, I thought I might as well just die if they are handing me the knife. In case you didn't know, I tend to be overly dramatic. Blame my afternoon drama classes. Back to me. I got pissed off. And I mean, PISSED OFF. How only Michel can be pissed off. Yeah, scary shit.
You know the equation: pissed off = jumping into conclusions / closed to other's arguments x violent x jealous. An accident waiting to happen.
Rink and I had various fights. All of them because of other people, mainly other subjects that he fucked around with. It's not only kissing my good friends, it's fucking too. First, ALEK aka Uke1. Man, what was he thinking? wait, he probably wasn't thinking. All I can say is... yikes. He's cute and all, in a very girl-y way. Jeez. Other subject that Rink seems to fancy is a specimen named Laurie aka Uke2. I thought Lawrence from "Little Women" too. They look pretty similar. This guy swears he has a "wonderful personality". Pfft. If I were a fag hag I would say "Aw, they look so cute" but since I really care about myself, I'll refrain from ever saying that again. It's insulting. O_o And those are the ones that so far have been fucked by the Rink-machine. Do expect a weekly column with further updates. Back to you Michel.
Thank you self. So... I'm a possessive, jealous bastard. I get real mad when I label something as mine and that something thinks it has personality and goes off to do all kinds of things without my consent. That's pretty much what happened. I led myself to believe something that wasn't real, not even close to that. I got confused, sidetracked, whatever you want to call it. And what I find particularly funny, now, after a few drinks and a few cigarrettes, is that I wanted to yell at Rink for not being responsable for his own actions. For always wanting for me to be there to save him. I was so selfish and childish, it was actually amusing. I thought of sinking him in a pot of lava or torturing him with feathers and all kinds of disgusting things that would have him cry out for an inmediate bath. Yeah. I'm the king of torture >:D
After a few weeks of being a tightass and of believing in girl's fairy tales, I decided to stop the crap and come back to Michel 1.0, that was a fun version of me. There's only so much I can stand. Besides, since when did I become so desperate for certain things? Must have been high or something. Funny thing is, Rink is probably still pissed at me. I did visit him earlier, our much needed sexual encounter. You know, to free certain energies and crap. He's such a horny dog. I think it bothers him that I tell him that. It's the truth. You'd think he's a guppy in certain aspects but in fact, he's a shark in them. It's funny actually. My lil' boy is all grown up. Still have some training to do though. If only Uke2 hadn't interrupted our stretching session. >;)
So I'm back. *public groans* Yes, I hate you too. <3 Did I mention that I love oxymorons?
I've drowned most of my feelings in music. I better go now. Damn tired and I want to be half-alive when Rink comes back.
And because poetry is never overrated:
The lost promise
Of the dying sigh
Was caught in an angel's whisper
To be kissed good-bye.
Oh! and my words of wisdom for the day: If you can't win them, kill them :D
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