Breaking my back just to know your name.

Somebody told me you had a boyfriend that looked like a girlfriend.

It's not confidential, I've got potential.

***

I get home and wonder what that strong smell is in my house.

I also get home at 7am. Zero sleep, have to leave in 15 mins to go to class. Yeah, I totally just woke up at 11, missing my lecture.

Work, then BWW's to get massage feedback from Eric. Which turned into a frozen screwdriver, which later became a Mai Tai that Eric had to tell the bartender how to make. It was yummy. But so is Eric...I mean...um...

I felt so girly special too, when I didn't even have to pay for said two drinks. <3 /faint, like Angie in Shark Tale everytime Oscar did something in her direction.

Eric asked me, 'Are you Jonesin' to go home?' The answer was a no, after I said, 'Did you just say Jonesin'?'

Following Brent, led to make playing with Frank. This was also coupled with some twisted mandarins of mine from the party Eric had had before. We watched Snatch, then Lost Boys then Frank peed on me. Which was fine cause Eric lent me a sweater, which I swear I wasn't ENTIRELY ridiculously sniffing on my drive home.

-Someone must have loved you, not the way that I do-
(missing what I'm trying to say, ain't nothing getting in my way)
Found a small Eric fact out. A girl broke his heart over the summer. Told him she was no longer attracted to him. He showed me a pic of himself with shorter hair. He looked so different, but it didn't change the fact that he's under my skin now. He can claim to be American all he wants, but the Russian in him is a good reason to Bond girl it up for me...or visa versa, or you know what, who cares, he's yummy, and that's all I have to say about that. Even if he did pass out and leave Brent with saying bye to me, just as well, if I didn't have class, I might have just crashed on the couch, but then again, there is something to leaving in the middle of the night.

Not that it was really the middle of the night, 7 fucking AM in the morning I get home.

Man, I really really need to either stop drinking, make a move, or move into school.

But I smell like Frank and his dust bath, which was amazingly cute. Even the Frank sleeping in my sleeve was great, til he peed on me...

So I'm going to go shower, then race my ass to school, mostly just to pay my freaking tuition tonight. Fuck...I need more sleep, less alcohol, more music and dark brown eyes...