kissing brothers

I started this post on Monday night but was exhausted and couldn't finish...

I've been having a weird holiday weekend. Back to the real world tomorrow. I know its over said and overstated in this blog, but why? I could use another two days! Sigh, oh well. While I get my whining out lets recap this bitch. Labor Day 08' - Eh, it was ok.

First off, before I start I'd just like to say that I am fucking gullible! Like no kidding. My horoscope told me I was awesome on Friday. I believed it. Yes, I also believed when someone told me that they misspelled gullible in the dictionary, dick. I'm trusting. Up until a certain point. When you cross that line, you cross me. Then you're dead to me, so watch yourself!

Second off, now that you've read the gullible thing I want to share a text I sent to people last week. "I just convinced myself my car was haunted. I put my water on the window button. Special. I know." I really did freak myself out for a few. Feel free to laugh at me. I do all the time. It scares all of the voices in my head, then they have no idea whose in charge. He he he.

On Wednesday, I was in my last class of the day, my math teacher is special. He's from Zimbabwe. I've mentioned him I believe. Anyhoo, he was trying to show us how to download a program that will help us with our assignments and such. Darn'd if I can figure out how in the hell he downloaded iTunes... I was texting Satan and I looked up and he was confounded. I'm so glad I'm paying you to teach me. Then he wrote on the projection screen, the one that comes down from the ceiling. I told Satan they should take it out of his paycheck. I kind of want to tattle on him. Subpar teachers...

My weekend started off with a mutant fly story. Ok, so SFB went home early again. Shocker, I know. Well , I went up front and I was immediately hit with a buzzing noise, being the paranoid bug freak I panicked. Once I determined it was just in fact a fly I calmed down, except that little fucker wouldn't leave me alone. I was going to let him live until he fucked up. He had the audacity to land in my hair. Oh no you didn't! Anyway it was on. It was a total game of cat and mouse. He was a little mind fucker. Land where I couldn't reach him, then fly at my face. I say this all with grudging respect because he punked me. I finally got him, I hit him with a piece of paper and boom goes the dynamite. I felt victorious. I even sent Satan a picture of his remains. As I was typing my victory dance to her it became very apparent that he was not dead. The horror that happened with that realization is captured here. "I am the fly killing master! Ok, I almost feel bad for it. I'm a horrible person. OMG. It's leg twitched! He's still alive! Oh god, maybe I just knocked him out. Fuck he's still twitching." Can you hear the remorse I had, then the utter horror when I realized he was still alive? Well, me being the pussy that I am I just pushed him off to the farthest reaches of the reception desk and ignored him. Then all hell broke loose, he was in motion and then in flight. The little bastard flew at my face! I was bested by a fly, I don't want to talk about it.

On Saturday night I had this brilliant idea to seduce Nelson. The night before Bryan had pretty much told me to start hanging out with that crew more. It got a little tense when I thought he was implying that Satan was a bad influence. He covered his ass nicely on that, saying he loves her even though he's never met her.

Anyway, I digress. So on Saturday night I was on a mission. Nelson and I have been mind fucking each other lately and I decided to do something about it. Satan put me up to it, ok she encouraged it but didn't tell me to do it. I feel better blaming her sometimes. Just kidding Satan, you know I love ya!

Back to the topic at hand. Nelson invited me to his place on Saturday night to "watch movies/hang out" I'm not stupid I know what that's code for. Hell, I think I might have invented that code. So on Saturday when Bryan text me and was being a dick I decided to test the waters of Nelson. It didn't go so well, if it did I don't think I'd be writing about it.

He had a ton of people there, I decided to bow out gracefully and cancel. I actually had drinks with SF#1 which was weird. She normally likes to do one of two things, eat and go to movies. Thus drinking was out there for even her. Anyway, while we were hanging out Nelson text me and convinced me to go out there. It helped that I had a few. I went over there and per usual it was in full swing. Card playing booze, tv and video games. I didn't feel like mingling so I just grabbed a beer and sat next to Jase on the couch. I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned Jase in this thing before so here's a quick run down:

Jase is Nels younger brother, he is the guy who asked me out after Bryan moved down South. He's actually really nice. Except for the whole prejaculation thing. Yeah, I wont go into it because it was embarrassing but needless to say I wont be going there with him ever. But, that said I'm pretty sure there are still some feelings under the surface with him. Also there was the whole Absinthe/Icehouse mess. I'll post about that one later.

He didn't really talk to me, which was in a word awkward. When he finally did start talking to me it was an invitation to go and watch a movie in his room. The guys we were in the living room with were really into some Discovery Channel across the globe show. So I agreed, we went down and I can't even remember what he put in. I buried myself in covers and settled in. I figured since I was stuck I might as well be comfortable. We made small talk about how tired he was and how much he had to do the next day, yada yada yada. Then we sort of made out and all I have to say is he's the best kisser ever. I knew in the back of my mind that nothing was going to happen so we stopped. He asked me to sleep with him. In his room, not the other way. Gutter brains. Anyway, I agreed because it was warm and comfy down there but I had to pee and get water. I told him I'd be right back and left.

I never went back. VBP. I went upstairs and Nel motioned me to go into the bathroom with him. Where he proceeded to make out with me! So essentially I made out with brothers in the same night and technically they made out with each other. I had this sick fantasy that I related to Satan in wondering if he could taste him on me? I'm deranged. He said he was going to bed and that I should join him. Sweet! Plan in action. Unfortunately he was very PG13 and we didn't do much. He asked me to stay and I agreed. He likes his room freezing so I was submerged in the blankets up to my nose. All he slept with was a sheet. A few times it was nice when we cuddled. IT WAS WARM. NO EMOTIONS INVOLVED. Just survival.

When I woke up on Sunday early I had a very guilty conscious. I made him drive me home immediately. I was terrified to run into Jase after sleeping with his brother. I'm a whore from the waist up, well that night I was anyway.

On Sunday afternoon I text Jase and asked him if he felt better and got enough sleep. He text back and said yes and asked if I got enough sleep in his brothers bed. FUCK! I totally thought I got away with it too. I called Bryan and told him the half lie story about just sleeping in Nels bed. He didn't need to know that I had gone over there with lust in my heart. Also I wasn't sure that Jase wouldn't just call him and tell him something too, but apparently in that case blood is thicker than water.

SF#2 wanted to go and see Pineapple Express on Sunday night. It was pretty funny. On our way out I get a call from Nelson. I was semi terrified because I wasn't sure at this point if he was mad at me or if he and Jase had talked or what the hell was going on. But I answered, why? Because if there was a chance for dramz I was taking it. I'm a slave to dramz. Alas, it was not dramz. But it was the best night ever!

I TOTALLY DID A B&E!

It was awesome!

I'll have to post about that in my next blog because this is getting long. Maybe I'll do it when I go up front for the day.... We'll see.