so i went to party. was late when i got there. mishelle, smoking outside, says: a billion people asked where you are?!
the apartment was crowded. people i had never seen before, crazy outfits, young school girls forcing you think whether they have been born before i finished at least the first level of grammar school. i whispered excuse me to tons of mostly drunks scanning me from head to toe. ch. had a boobs-showing girl on his knee. as soon as he saw me he jumped up and started conversation.
a man, i was thinking.
melissa noticed me in her drunk oppression: started kissing my face. i thought for a second that she tried to kiss me closer and closer to my lips, but i just kept hugging her instead and taking the cocktail slowly from her hands. it turned out to be almost-an-hour persuasion about dropping her off, but she ended up falling asleep in one of the rooms, and i was called a designated driver for driving her girlfriend home.
dannys room was full of gray fog, and i was sure i would get high only by entering it. so i didnt.
ch. left and he wanted me to go outside with him, but i didnt feel like doing it. and, it was cold. so i told him ill talk to him another time. then a guy tried to make out with me just like that; whohooo, i yelled while leaning backward. im not drunk, young man.
taking shots with I.: he thinks drinking from a bottle is cool, and i dont mind - saving costs, energy, and nature. recession, you know..
augustovy asked if im a lesbian. we had been kissing like twice before, so he knew the answer. no, im not. why? - cause youre unbelievably sexy! - really? i asked with that boring voice showing i dont really trust what he says, and i dont care anyway. i did thou. thats what i wanted to hear.
not too long ago, they would guess i looked five years younger than i actually was. now, making "big" decisions and feeling how much respect others have for me, the popular thought changed. the current dilemma is: you look soooo innocent. or, are you a lesbian?
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