Author's Notes: Currently, this is the only thing I have energy to write. I started feeling insanely tired around 5 all week from getting up at 7 almost everyday and my college has YET to turn the AC on. ::cries:
Anyways, once more I ask...don't heckle on updates. I've been crying on the inside at HOW INSANELY poor I am and how MUCH money I need for stuff. ::cries cries cries:
Enough of my woes. I have too many.
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Entry 7
I am so so SOOOOOOO stupid!! You know that little angel that stands over your shoulder and tells you when you're doing the wrong thing? Didn't hear a peep out of her!!! Of course after it's all over she comes back with a 'THAT WAS WROOOOOONG MISSIE'
Really I don't know what exactly I was thinking...or rather it was more of an issue of not thinking. Darn those shots of Hypnotic. I solely and completely blame alcohol for factoring into my impaired judgement. After my mad dash to freedom I was extensively thankful for the fact that Aoshi did not have my phone number.
And then I pondered why I suddenly referred to him as 'Aoshi' and not Shinomori. Damn, I suppose it was a good bout of romping to merit the name change. Work was insanely horrible as I kept thinking back to Saturday night and then cursed myself for thinking about it. Megumi-san commented on my 'look-like-hell' appearance in her oh so subtle way which was flat out telling me and I merely groaned and DEMANDED she never make me interact with Aoshi ever again. She merely scoffed and walked on mentioning it was my turn to do the once a month 'sex' feature....which appropiately enough was on...dum dum dum..CASUAL SEX!
Irony loves me.
While I sat at my computer pondering through what to write and going over the key quotes surveyed from college girls, I felt nooooooo motivation to write whatsoever. Using my stealthy ninja-like skills I slipped out to get a REAL cup of coffee down the street. Nothing perks a girl up better than a Chai Latte!! YUM!
After getting my beloved beverage I headed back to the office but alas on my way....I saw the bane of my existence in the distance. It's times like that I'm thankful for my short short stature as I expertly hid in the crowd and made a quick bee-line to the elevators and to the office where I MADE SURE to tell our receptionist that if he arrived, under no cirumstances was Shinomori Aoshi allowed to step foot into the office.
With Chai in hand I return to the lovely blank screen that is my computer and proceed to type. After a couple hours of just tapping or writing I was finished and felt proud of myself. Of course my piece was hypocritical on my part as I stressed the cons of casual sex. Yes yes I'm a dirty whore. Shameless wanton. Go Makimachi.
As much as it bothers me and it sucks to think about it....I can't entirely regret sleeping with Aoshi. I would have never imagined such a brooding, bastardly, cold person could be so...passionate. And frisky. Goodness was he frisky. I suppose he probably hadn't gotten any in a longer while than myself. Though four years on my part...not that I'm complaining.
As five rolled around and it being a slow day I decided to leave and head home and veg out with some ice cream and a nice can of Coke. As much fun as it is to go out, sometimes being lazy in sweats and staying in is divine. As I had flicked the tube on and found a channel showing Demon City Shinjuku, which was one of the first anime movies I ever saw, I settled onto my couch comfortably.
And then....the phone rings. I pick it up and answer with my usual 'Moshi moshiiiiiii!' only to hear a pause...an intake of breath, and then.
'We need to talk'
I don't know how he did it, but somehow Aoshi found out my telephone number.
I had a feeling immediately I would need aspirin and thus headed to my cabinet as a conversation I truly did not want to have began.
But that is for another entry.
Anyways, once more I ask...don't heckle on updates. I've been crying on the inside at HOW INSANELY poor I am and how MUCH money I need for stuff. ::cries cries cries:
Enough of my woes. I have too many.
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Entry 7
I am so so SOOOOOOO stupid!! You know that little angel that stands over your shoulder and tells you when you're doing the wrong thing? Didn't hear a peep out of her!!! Of course after it's all over she comes back with a 'THAT WAS WROOOOOONG MISSIE'
Really I don't know what exactly I was thinking...or rather it was more of an issue of not thinking. Darn those shots of Hypnotic. I solely and completely blame alcohol for factoring into my impaired judgement. After my mad dash to freedom I was extensively thankful for the fact that Aoshi did not have my phone number.
And then I pondered why I suddenly referred to him as 'Aoshi' and not Shinomori. Damn, I suppose it was a good bout of romping to merit the name change. Work was insanely horrible as I kept thinking back to Saturday night and then cursed myself for thinking about it. Megumi-san commented on my 'look-like-hell' appearance in her oh so subtle way which was flat out telling me and I merely groaned and DEMANDED she never make me interact with Aoshi ever again. She merely scoffed and walked on mentioning it was my turn to do the once a month 'sex' feature....which appropiately enough was on...dum dum dum..CASUAL SEX!
Irony loves me.
While I sat at my computer pondering through what to write and going over the key quotes surveyed from college girls, I felt nooooooo motivation to write whatsoever. Using my stealthy ninja-like skills I slipped out to get a REAL cup of coffee down the street. Nothing perks a girl up better than a Chai Latte!! YUM!
After getting my beloved beverage I headed back to the office but alas on my way....I saw the bane of my existence in the distance. It's times like that I'm thankful for my short short stature as I expertly hid in the crowd and made a quick bee-line to the elevators and to the office where I MADE SURE to tell our receptionist that if he arrived, under no cirumstances was Shinomori Aoshi allowed to step foot into the office.
With Chai in hand I return to the lovely blank screen that is my computer and proceed to type. After a couple hours of just tapping or writing I was finished and felt proud of myself. Of course my piece was hypocritical on my part as I stressed the cons of casual sex. Yes yes I'm a dirty whore. Shameless wanton. Go Makimachi.
As much as it bothers me and it sucks to think about it....I can't entirely regret sleeping with Aoshi. I would have never imagined such a brooding, bastardly, cold person could be so...passionate. And frisky. Goodness was he frisky. I suppose he probably hadn't gotten any in a longer while than myself. Though four years on my part...not that I'm complaining.
As five rolled around and it being a slow day I decided to leave and head home and veg out with some ice cream and a nice can of Coke. As much fun as it is to go out, sometimes being lazy in sweats and staying in is divine. As I had flicked the tube on and found a channel showing Demon City Shinjuku, which was one of the first anime movies I ever saw, I settled onto my couch comfortably.
And then....the phone rings. I pick it up and answer with my usual 'Moshi moshiiiiiii!' only to hear a pause...an intake of breath, and then.
'We need to talk'
I don't know how he did it, but somehow Aoshi found out my telephone number.
I had a feeling immediately I would need aspirin and thus headed to my cabinet as a conversation I truly did not want to have began.
But that is for another entry.