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Katya

Undergraduate at the University of Wisconsin - Eau Claire. Studying communication and journalism and computer science.

High appreciation for music and art.

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blog comments powered by Disqus 07 October 2012
8:40 pm
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He didn’t care that i was almost too high to function,

that I was laughing uncontrollably and I gave absolutely zero fucks that the only reason we even started talking was cos he spilled 3/4ths of his beer on me.

The entire time I couldn’t stop laughing because, well, this was the third time someone’s spilled their fucking alcohol on me in one night. He was actually confused at how hysterical I was. 

“You know I just spilled my beer all over your head and clothes, right?”
I smiled and nodded. 
“I’m just really really high and I was nodding off, like seconds away from being K.O.’d dude and you woke me up. Like all my energy is back now. I just want to go  and dance in a minute! Can I smoke you up or get you a beer?”

He stared at me, still confused, while I was bizzy scrubbing out dat beer out my crotchh. 

“Woah, your hand… it’s like completely purple.”
“I know. That happens sometimes. I think I have really bad circulation or something.”
“You’re cold?”
“Always.”

He offered me his jacket. I smiled, but said I couldn’t. I told him that, honestly, I probably wouldn’t make a good enough effort to return it in a timely manor and that it was a really nice jacket and that he should keep it. 

And you know what? This guy didn’t argue that I was being “too difficult”,  recalcitrant or anything- things that boys often do when they don’t understand that gurls aren’t obliged to accept nothing from no one if they don’t want to -I respected that he respected that. He reached in his jacket pockets and handed me a pair of gloves and gave them to me for keeps, compliments of some thrift store.

Afterward he smoked me up and we danced and he flooded me with the realest compliments and we exchanged great life advice and he held my hands that were engulfed by his purple gloves and this is the longest run on sentence and I don’t even care. 

I told him I had to go look for my friend. He kissed me and whispered “You have the s o f t e s t lips” (psh, boyiiiiiiiiii). 

And you know, we didn’t exchange numbers cos I left in a hurry, so, who knows maybe I’ll never see him again and I don’t care. hahaha. Last night was so much fun and I have 0 expectations from life anymore.

straight livin’. 

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