First, Eitan has begun a blog. Read it, for he is sexy.

Frazzledzebra


What is going to be told here is the story of yesterday. All those who do not care about specific events occuring in my life should probably click off now, becuase if you are a troller and decide to bash my blog unnessicerily, I shall smote you. And yes, I do have the power to smote.

Anyhow.

Yesterday, I went into Boston and met up with Eitan and with a boy whom I havent seen in a long while, namely David Posner. We talked, or rather I let them talk becuase I was very much interested in the result of their conversation. Theyre both very...very..smart. Although, as Eitan adequetly put it, David is very..."fake heavy"..I see Eitan as alot more relevently intellegent, and David as merely knowing a whole bunch of facts...

Whatever.

So we smoked some, and then decided to move on and wait for Adena. She comes, we mingle, life is good. We went to assorted Boston stores, The hempist, condomworld, all those wonderfull places. We then decided upon walking into this large, feild like places were we were completely hidden. We smoked some there, but then my nice jewish boy became ill and vomited into the grass. It was upsetting, but it all turned out fine when we proceeded to walk, stoned off our asses, into this big open grassy area and start fooling around.

I would like to state that I FUCKING HATE THE FACT THAT WOMENS BODYS DISSALLOW SEX FOR A FUCKING WEEK AND A HALF. I wanted to shoot myself in the uterous.

*sigh*

But, me being the horny high girl I sometimes become with the help of a little Mary Jane, wanted so badly to fuck. It was so pathetic. And my nice jewish boy left a hicky on my chin.

*grins*

But, kids, this is where it gets scary. We were sitting around and this homeless guy decides to come up to us and sit down. We were initially like "Well...he must want money." So we gave him money. He didnt go away. He then began commenting on "What a nice chest I had" and propisitioning threesome like activity with Eitan and I. He asked for herb from Eitan, which Eitan promptly provided him with, after first checking if he was a cop. (Apparently, a cop can't try and trick you into buying weed if you ASK him if he's a cop or not?! Thats the fucking coolest thing I've ever heard.)

Still, he didnt go away, and would not stop making comments about me which were vulgar and highly sexual, something I usually have no problem with but most definitly did here. When we got up to leave, he smacked my ass. It was a rather unusual experience.

Later, as we walked past Newbury street and that general area, something awful happened. We walked past Shauns house, and I had a complete panic attack. I never want to be there again. I never want to think of what happened to me when I walked past that house again. And Eitan, being the fabulously awesome boyfriend that he is, helped me through all fo it with as much support as possible.

For that, I am so fucking grateful .

After that, nothing in particular happened, besides me finding an outdoor toilet particularly awesome, seeing as how I thought it was all futuristic and whatnot..(ok...also becuase I was stoned off my ass..) and my Eitan getting sick. It was so sad, becuase I wanted to help him, but could do nothing of the sort.

*sigh*

Well, that was the story.

And I'm sticking to it.

*hangs self for the usage of insufferibly corny line"

*lana*