Hey guys it’s me again, thoughout this blog series I might refere to myself as Icarus I hope you don’t mind. I kind of been obsessed with it lately. My actual name should be posted, but it’s jake.
So last night when I trailed off I had just went with my friend to visit another friend to hang out. We watched the older movies A Clockwork Orange, Blue Velvet, and Wild at Heart. If anyone has seenthese movies they really aren’t that bad; infact, I would say that Blue Velvet was the best out of the three. Just because the music from the movie was amzing.
Throughout the night my friend K. started being passive aggressive jerk. I mean he is straight and I can see that he wouldn’t see the importance of some things, but you know he could have been nicer. I brought up the victory about how gays can officially join the military and not have to keep closeted.
Anyways this morning we all woke up at about eleven o’clock . I had woken up earlier because K. and his screaming ringtone like blew up in my ear. Soon after when I actually opened my eyes I seen my friend H. sitting right in front of me in his red plad boxers. He is a pretty hairy man so yeah. Haha. You can guess what I seen (shudders). It was about three inches limp and two and a half in girth. I freaked out because you know that’s my friend and all. (shudders again)
By this time it’s about one and now I’m starting to think about E. and weather or not I would ever tell him exactly how I feel. I wish I could picture it now, if we were in the same state, on our first date I would have everything set up perfectly. I would take him to the top of the mountain near my house, twenty min. away, since we both like outdoors and stuff like that. Because at sunset the view from the top is just amazing. You can see the whole valley and as far as the eye can see. At the top of the mountain there is tables for people that want to eat up there. After setting for a little bit I would start to play his favorite song; . Since I am not one to be forcfull upon anything on a first meeting I then would slowly slide my hand over top of his and just sit there with my head on his shoulder. . . . ugh it would be so great. :0)
sorry,
Icarus
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