Its New years eve, and im gonna go out later. I have no idea how im gonna get to the venue- nor do i know where the god forsakened place is. lets talk business.
Its been an amazing year. Just thinking about it right now gives me shivers. Lost my Virginity, Messed around with a shitlot more chicks than last year, magic as a hobby seems to improve more than a hobby, My grades are looking good, i landed a Job in a great place which pays great.
The things just keep adding up and adding up.
Lets talk about the Pre-Emptive.
You're going to a party with One.. Two.. Three. Four Pivots.
Kayleigh- Know her through rebecca
Rebecca - me and her go wayyy back in school.
Michelle - School
Sammie-Ann (Potential target) - Know her through becca
and two of your friends. well one of them.
Wingman - School
Gift. - School - But i dont like him very much. he thrashtalks a lot and is generally embarrassing. he's one of those hyperactive cheap ass'ed black bastards who think everything they do is cool and they think they can get away with it.
Im sorry, but 70% of my friends are Black, but he is possibly the most embarrassing and annoying one out of all of them. he's annoying, and i know deep down that he'll cock block. ONe way or another.
I'll get laid tonight. Blowjob the most. i dont care what state the girl is in. i'll get laid one way or another.
actually screw that, i do care what state she';s in. i dont want her drunk outta her head haha
Wednesday 31 December 2008
December 30, 2008
I think there's something wrong with me. saw HB nikki today by accident as i got on the train. i played the arrogant role, major pulling- the bitch didnt reply back to my text, hence why im treating her like shit.
I felt somehow bad, i wasnt gaming, i was just being an ass. not a good thing.
we went to lakeside, me and CT. (Chocolate teddy) it was allright. Wingman was meant to come at 1 o clock, but the bastard took ages. i bought my totty clicker, CT contributed about 10-15 clicks, whilst i did the rest. we had a staggering 61 counts- not counting the 8-9 HB's that gave me eye contact in one way or another. (Some were using mirrors. dodgy bitches).
i dont blame CT- he's in an LTR, and he's quite happy. He probably just wasnt looking for female attention except his loved one. quite odd considering he's the biggest slut i know.
There was a time when we walked past a Cute girl- HB 8. She made eye contact with me and smiled as she walked across my path.
CT: Definitely Two clicks.
I clicked twice, mustering my brain to remember her name, she look familiar. as we walked away, i realised that i didnt know her, and it wouldve been great if i opened her.
Im not feeling too well game wise, no idea why.
I felt somehow bad, i wasnt gaming, i was just being an ass. not a good thing.
we went to lakeside, me and CT. (Chocolate teddy) it was allright. Wingman was meant to come at 1 o clock, but the bastard took ages. i bought my totty clicker, CT contributed about 10-15 clicks, whilst i did the rest. we had a staggering 61 counts- not counting the 8-9 HB's that gave me eye contact in one way or another. (Some were using mirrors. dodgy bitches).
i dont blame CT- he's in an LTR, and he's quite happy. He probably just wasnt looking for female attention except his loved one. quite odd considering he's the biggest slut i know.
There was a time when we walked past a Cute girl- HB 8. She made eye contact with me and smiled as she walked across my path.
CT: Definitely Two clicks.
I clicked twice, mustering my brain to remember her name, she look familiar. as we walked away, i realised that i didnt know her, and it wouldve been great if i opened her.
Im not feeling too well game wise, no idea why.
December 23, 2008
I bought a totty clicker (Google it) we was counting how many black people were around our area (Personal Joke, dont get offended most of the group is black. Lol)
We were in the restaurant, and i had vodka and redbull in front of me. Kirsty aint coming yet. Jade isnt responding well. i need to get some ass. i made a choice. chug the vodka in one go and go for kirsty, or sip it normally and take my chances with Jade.
I chugged it. needed ass. Kirsty's a cute blonde girl who has a car. (Nice.) not bad pair of tits, allright ass. so-so overall. the only poroblem is the 3 year lasting boyfriend.
She's cheated on him 4 times before. 4 times with me. ONly kissing though, i couldnt bear the fact to escalate.
anyways i sat next to kirsty at the cinema. i put the arm rest up so we could share the seat. sort of like a couch sort of thing. throughout the film i was fondling her breast and whatnot. just touching really. she wasnt doing anything to me, but that's prolly because we were with a lot of our mutual friends. (the whole i-care-about-my-rep thing)
bit more fluff, and she was driving. i told her to drive at the park near my house. (parents round my house, im sure there's parents round hers. and her car is too crowded.)
We sat on the jungle gym thing, and i was sitting, she was 2 inches away from my dick, and we were sort of hugging. everytime i leant in for a kiss she'd turn her head down. (subtly rejecting)
i aint gonna back down bitch. This is SIn you're talking about. i told her to carry me to the bench approximately 10 feet from our current location.
the bitch carried me. Told her to sit on my lap since the bench was wet (it really was) and i fondled with her for a bit while she sucked on my finger.
told her later on to sit beside me, so she sprawled onto my lap facing the sky and i leant in for a kiss.
Bingo. few touching here and there, and i wanted to finger her- her hand was there, almost as if she was expecting it. stopped me, and i said to myself "turn her on more, more fondling, more tongue action."
WHY LET HER SUCK YOUR FINGER SIN? OMG U AVE NO GAME.
Suck my testicle. it took a lot of effort to even get this damn far, im trusting that she'll run on emotions like what women usually do and go all the way. turns out i was wrong.
As i repositioned myself to escalate, she sat up.
her: What's the day?
Me: uhh. i dont know.
Her: shit... its tuesday isnt it? what's the day?
Me: i actually dont know. *leans in for a kiss*
Her: (backs away) No, what's the day?
at this point, im in the "Fuck this." stage where i cant be bothered. if we were in a bed i wudve kicked the bitch out of the bed and spat on her.
Her: i forgot i need to be home by 11. i need to baby sit my brother!
Bullshit. before we left the cinema i asked what she wanted to do, and she said she was free until 12.
She's officially going to be my pivot now.
We were in the restaurant, and i had vodka and redbull in front of me. Kirsty aint coming yet. Jade isnt responding well. i need to get some ass. i made a choice. chug the vodka in one go and go for kirsty, or sip it normally and take my chances with Jade.
I chugged it. needed ass. Kirsty's a cute blonde girl who has a car. (Nice.) not bad pair of tits, allright ass. so-so overall. the only poroblem is the 3 year lasting boyfriend.
She's cheated on him 4 times before. 4 times with me. ONly kissing though, i couldnt bear the fact to escalate.
anyways i sat next to kirsty at the cinema. i put the arm rest up so we could share the seat. sort of like a couch sort of thing. throughout the film i was fondling her breast and whatnot. just touching really. she wasnt doing anything to me, but that's prolly because we were with a lot of our mutual friends. (the whole i-care-about-my-rep thing)
bit more fluff, and she was driving. i told her to drive at the park near my house. (parents round my house, im sure there's parents round hers. and her car is too crowded.)
We sat on the jungle gym thing, and i was sitting, she was 2 inches away from my dick, and we were sort of hugging. everytime i leant in for a kiss she'd turn her head down. (subtly rejecting)
i aint gonna back down bitch. This is SIn you're talking about. i told her to carry me to the bench approximately 10 feet from our current location.
the bitch carried me. Told her to sit on my lap since the bench was wet (it really was) and i fondled with her for a bit while she sucked on my finger.
told her later on to sit beside me, so she sprawled onto my lap facing the sky and i leant in for a kiss.
Bingo. few touching here and there, and i wanted to finger her- her hand was there, almost as if she was expecting it. stopped me, and i said to myself "turn her on more, more fondling, more tongue action."
WHY LET HER SUCK YOUR FINGER SIN? OMG U AVE NO GAME.
Suck my testicle. it took a lot of effort to even get this damn far, im trusting that she'll run on emotions like what women usually do and go all the way. turns out i was wrong.
As i repositioned myself to escalate, she sat up.
her: What's the day?
Me: uhh. i dont know.
Her: shit... its tuesday isnt it? what's the day?
Me: i actually dont know. *leans in for a kiss*
Her: (backs away) No, what's the day?
at this point, im in the "Fuck this." stage where i cant be bothered. if we were in a bed i wudve kicked the bitch out of the bed and spat on her.
Her: i forgot i need to be home by 11. i need to baby sit my brother!
Bullshit. before we left the cinema i asked what she wanted to do, and she said she was free until 12.
She's officially going to be my pivot now.
December 20, 2008.
Saw HB nikki today, she's somewhat.. ehrm odd. she just stares at me and smiles, conversation's a bit dull. she's failed my screening test, but she's adorable.
walked past a girl, had eye contact. wanted to try something different, so i winked at her, but as i winked my other eye closed as well, so it looked like i had a nervous twitch.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
walked past a girl, had eye contact. wanted to try something different, so i winked at her, but as i winked my other eye closed as well, so it looked like i had a nervous twitch.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
December 19, 2008
Inaction is the only way to fail.
That's something that ive read a lot in these forums. someone has it in their signature, and it really stuck to my head.
the day lazed off. Xbox all day, myspace etc.
Flirting with Jess. she's about HB 8.
went to see twilight.
Major IoI's from this chick, but i was busy, going to the party instead.
i met up with 3 girls, Becca, Sammie and Rachel. They're all good friends of mine. More like pivots.
as i was about to go in the party there were two girls sitting down and completely godsmacked at me, i said out loud "This is the place? Sheesh, it aint even got music playing.. this better be good."
*notices that Hb nikki is blocking the way*
Excuse me ladies.
HB Nikki: oh sorry. wait- who are you?
Me: Me? wait, WHO are you?
HB nikki : im nikki, and you are...?
Me: You're adorable. *pinches cheeks*
Her: haha thanks!
Me: anywho, need a drink. Come on ladies. *gestures towards Pivots*
i eyed up the room, this is fucking amog Central. these are the type of guys that i despise around college.
I made a great move- i disarmed the mother hen. Literally. i disarmed the celebrant's mother.
Mother: Who the hell are you?
Me: Im Jay!
Mother: wait, how do you know Luke?
Me: i actually Dont.. i met him like 20 seconds ago. im with Becca. (Pivot)
Mother: oh becca is lovely! what drink would you like?
Me: oh dont worry bout it, i'll handle that- wait what's your name?
Mother: Jan, its Jan!
Me: Holy fuck, were practically related, My name is Jan-Michael, Shit!
*Fluff*
Ultimate mother hen disarmed.
Her husband went
Always going for the older women eh?
Me: just for tonight. =]
we started dancing. its pretty much a sausage fest. and its supervised as well. which sucks. my ToI was nowhere to be found, and we started dancing and shit.
after about half an hour, i found my ToI. the speakers were busted, so i busted out my phone and put some music on. started dancing. little dance off going on with me and one of the other guys there, he was absoloutely pathetic, and i showed him off. classic sin.
i noticed this cute petite looking at me, charming. as much as i'd love to game you, ive already got my ToI. i went in the kitchen, and as i entered this blonde gave me eye contact, so i stared back as i was walking towards her (near the fridge) and winked. She giggled and started whispering to her friends. Put more vodka+coke on my glass and went back to the dance floor.
my ToI was sitting down with her friends: (nikki is ToI)
Them: Wooooh!
Me: haha you're adorable, Hi 5!
*hi 5's*
Me: what's your name again? *kino*
Her: katie, and you're Jay arent you?
Me: shit, howdya know my name?
Nikki: yeah his name is jay!
Me: wait, what's your name again?
Nikki: Nikki!
Me: Nikki, you're adorable, im hot though- lets go outside and talk.
Nikkie: oh i cant... see she wants to talk to me *points at friend who's talking to some guy*
Me: oh really, why?
Nikki: i dont know.. but she said she has to talk to me! i'll come out and talk to you afterwards though jay!
Me: sure thing babes, come here give me a kiss.
Nikki: (kissess me on the cheeks)
Charming.
walked back to my pivots and danced for a bit.
about half an hour later, she still hasnt spoken to me. i went outside, and here's what happened:
HB-Best friend : Hey!
Me: Yo, what's goin on?
HB-BF : My friend likes you. *gestures towards HB petite*
Me: wait, what?
Hb-Bf: my friend likes you! (Hb petite starts to sort of giggle in a 'oh stop it!!' sort of thing with her friend)
Me: you dont even know me.
Drunken dude: this guy is fucking amazing, him and his magic! Shitttttttt.
Me: haha, sure sure...
Drunken Dude: listen, what's your name again? and where are u from?
Me: Jay, Basildon. Shit, you allright man? you're fucking hammered.
Drunken Dude: im allright man im allright
at this point i lost interest of the 2 chicks, and them 3 knew each other so i felt out of place and ditched.
bad move.
the rest of the night was decent. HB petite ended up hooking with this guy as she was leaving and i didnt even get a chance to isolate nikki. i had to leave, my pivots were leaving and i wudve felt well out of place. its amog fest.
at the end of the night, im here moaning my ass off in the chat room to Derek and LK (well LK aint really paying attention lol) but i number closed Nikki, which aint that bad.
Sin, Inaction is the only way to fail. next time, fucking crash and burn instead of not trying at all
That's something that ive read a lot in these forums. someone has it in their signature, and it really stuck to my head.
the day lazed off. Xbox all day, myspace etc.
Flirting with Jess. she's about HB 8.
went to see twilight.
Major IoI's from this chick, but i was busy, going to the party instead.
i met up with 3 girls, Becca, Sammie and Rachel. They're all good friends of mine. More like pivots.
as i was about to go in the party there were two girls sitting down and completely godsmacked at me, i said out loud "This is the place? Sheesh, it aint even got music playing.. this better be good."
*notices that Hb nikki is blocking the way*
Excuse me ladies.
HB Nikki: oh sorry. wait- who are you?
Me: Me? wait, WHO are you?
HB nikki : im nikki, and you are...?
Me: You're adorable. *pinches cheeks*
Her: haha thanks!
Me: anywho, need a drink. Come on ladies. *gestures towards Pivots*
i eyed up the room, this is fucking amog Central. these are the type of guys that i despise around college.
I made a great move- i disarmed the mother hen. Literally. i disarmed the celebrant's mother.
Mother: Who the hell are you?
Me: Im Jay!
Mother: wait, how do you know Luke?
Me: i actually Dont.. i met him like 20 seconds ago. im with Becca. (Pivot)
Mother: oh becca is lovely! what drink would you like?
Me: oh dont worry bout it, i'll handle that- wait what's your name?
Mother: Jan, its Jan!
Me: Holy fuck, were practically related, My name is Jan-Michael, Shit!
*Fluff*
Ultimate mother hen disarmed.
Her husband went
Always going for the older women eh?
Me: just for tonight. =]
we started dancing. its pretty much a sausage fest. and its supervised as well. which sucks. my ToI was nowhere to be found, and we started dancing and shit.
after about half an hour, i found my ToI. the speakers were busted, so i busted out my phone and put some music on. started dancing. little dance off going on with me and one of the other guys there, he was absoloutely pathetic, and i showed him off. classic sin.
i noticed this cute petite looking at me, charming. as much as i'd love to game you, ive already got my ToI. i went in the kitchen, and as i entered this blonde gave me eye contact, so i stared back as i was walking towards her (near the fridge) and winked. She giggled and started whispering to her friends. Put more vodka+coke on my glass and went back to the dance floor.
my ToI was sitting down with her friends: (nikki is ToI)
Them: Wooooh!
Me: haha you're adorable, Hi 5!
*hi 5's*
Me: what's your name again? *kino*
Her: katie, and you're Jay arent you?
Me: shit, howdya know my name?
Nikki: yeah his name is jay!
Me: wait, what's your name again?
Nikki: Nikki!
Me: Nikki, you're adorable, im hot though- lets go outside and talk.
Nikkie: oh i cant... see she wants to talk to me *points at friend who's talking to some guy*
Me: oh really, why?
Nikki: i dont know.. but she said she has to talk to me! i'll come out and talk to you afterwards though jay!
Me: sure thing babes, come here give me a kiss.
Nikki: (kissess me on the cheeks)
Charming.
walked back to my pivots and danced for a bit.
about half an hour later, she still hasnt spoken to me. i went outside, and here's what happened:
HB-Best friend : Hey!
Me: Yo, what's goin on?
HB-BF : My friend likes you. *gestures towards HB petite*
Me: wait, what?
Hb-Bf: my friend likes you! (Hb petite starts to sort of giggle in a 'oh stop it!!' sort of thing with her friend)
Me: you dont even know me.
Drunken dude: this guy is fucking amazing, him and his magic! Shitttttttt.
Me: haha, sure sure...
Drunken Dude: listen, what's your name again? and where are u from?
Me: Jay, Basildon. Shit, you allright man? you're fucking hammered.
Drunken Dude: im allright man im allright
at this point i lost interest of the 2 chicks, and them 3 knew each other so i felt out of place and ditched.
bad move.
the rest of the night was decent. HB petite ended up hooking with this guy as she was leaving and i didnt even get a chance to isolate nikki. i had to leave, my pivots were leaving and i wudve felt well out of place. its amog fest.
at the end of the night, im here moaning my ass off in the chat room to Derek and LK (well LK aint really paying attention lol) but i number closed Nikki, which aint that bad.
Sin, Inaction is the only way to fail. next time, fucking crash and burn instead of not trying at all
december 18, 2008
last day of college. im rockin the maroon shirt (open chest) with a little cross silver necklace.
Looks damn sexy. had a shitlot of IOI's and AI's, though both may be because ive been performing a shit lot of magic.
too many interactions to mention!
Looks damn sexy. had a shitlot of IOI's and AI's, though both may be because ive been performing a shit lot of magic.
too many interactions to mention!
December 16, 2008.
Yesterday i was going to class when there was this cute girl opening a present. i was curious, so i walked over and asked what she got. it was chocolates. great. there was an intresting toy there, some sort of table-miniature golf. her friend thought i was looking at HER gift, which was an orange egg. i obviously knew what it was, and it sort of made her friend look dumb.
Somewhere along this i named the cute girl opening her present 'orgasm girl' because she was telling a story bout orgasms and i entered the set.
The day started off fine. bit of flfuff here and there. i was bored in the lounge so i sat down next to zoe (Pivot?) whilst i was sharing Orgasm Girl's seat. i was lightly gaming orgasm girl and more or less paying attention to my pivot and the other people.
i got asked to do some magic, i showed the set some. intresting.
i walked off. and started gaming this chick named Lauren. she's a HB 7, with a great body and great face. her hair is a bit fucked up though. i started being sexual with her. and im getting responses. i got a few kissess on the lips, but not proper ones. just a few pecks. but they werent side kissess or whatever, they were directed to my lips, and my lips only. Nice. we were talking about sex in public, and i think i asked her to give me head a couple of times. she said something like, 'not here....Very Happy' and i think thats when the topic of sex in public happened. she told me i sound sexually frustrated and asked when was the last time i did it.
i couldnt lie. but i cudnt DLV myself. i told her the truth, but i dont think i lost value at all. it was more on my tonality/delivery.
anyways immediately after this, Orgasm girl got one of her friends to get my number. i told her friend to go get my number herself. she didnt come.
i thought she lost interest. its a bit gay. but anyways, we were at the bus, and this chick named Lorna came.
Lorna is orgasm girl's friend, she is a VERY hyperactive person with a banging personality. she carries a distinct smell which i frankly dislike. she's not ugly, but she's not good looking either. she's about HB 5. but i wudnt be surprised if she's banged a couple before. Her personality is golden.
i was with my friends and i had a 3-seater all to myself. lorna asked me if she can sit next to me, and me being a nice person said 'sure'.
she asked orgasm girl to sit next to her.
the rest is sort of Fluff. Orgasm girl talking to lorna, me talking to orgasm girl/lorna/my friends. etc.
Orgasm girl asked for my number, and so did Lorna. (wooh, i got sarged twice?)
i noticed a few imperfections on Orgasm girl. she boasts dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a petite figure. i'd bang her. only her skin seems to peel on 'moist' areas on her face (such as the end of lips/smile and the corners where the nose is.)
its not a major turn off, but i can blame the weather for that. it has been quite harsh recently. harshly cold that is.
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Somewhere along this i named the cute girl opening her present 'orgasm girl' because she was telling a story bout orgasms and i entered the set.
The day started off fine. bit of flfuff here and there. i was bored in the lounge so i sat down next to zoe (Pivot?) whilst i was sharing Orgasm Girl's seat. i was lightly gaming orgasm girl and more or less paying attention to my pivot and the other people.
i got asked to do some magic, i showed the set some. intresting.
i walked off. and started gaming this chick named Lauren. she's a HB 7, with a great body and great face. her hair is a bit fucked up though. i started being sexual with her. and im getting responses. i got a few kissess on the lips, but not proper ones. just a few pecks. but they werent side kissess or whatever, they were directed to my lips, and my lips only. Nice. we were talking about sex in public, and i think i asked her to give me head a couple of times. she said something like, 'not here....Very Happy' and i think thats when the topic of sex in public happened. she told me i sound sexually frustrated and asked when was the last time i did it.
i couldnt lie. but i cudnt DLV myself. i told her the truth, but i dont think i lost value at all. it was more on my tonality/delivery.
anyways immediately after this, Orgasm girl got one of her friends to get my number. i told her friend to go get my number herself. she didnt come.
i thought she lost interest. its a bit gay. but anyways, we were at the bus, and this chick named Lorna came.
Lorna is orgasm girl's friend, she is a VERY hyperactive person with a banging personality. she carries a distinct smell which i frankly dislike. she's not ugly, but she's not good looking either. she's about HB 5. but i wudnt be surprised if she's banged a couple before. Her personality is golden.
i was with my friends and i had a 3-seater all to myself. lorna asked me if she can sit next to me, and me being a nice person said 'sure'.
she asked orgasm girl to sit next to her.
the rest is sort of Fluff. Orgasm girl talking to lorna, me talking to orgasm girl/lorna/my friends. etc.
Orgasm girl asked for my number, and so did Lorna. (wooh, i got sarged twice?)
i noticed a few imperfections on Orgasm girl. she boasts dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a petite figure. i'd bang her. only her skin seems to peel on 'moist' areas on her face (such as the end of lips/smile and the corners where the nose is.)
its not a major turn off, but i can blame the weather for that. it has been quite harsh recently. harshly cold that is.
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December 14, 2008
i'll keep it short and sweet
i got opened yesterday, i was working, so couldnt full on game. i had major Xioi's, hair twirls, she initiated the conversation, feet towards my direction full eye contact. s'all good.
Today there were these 2 girls looking at all the cakes at starbucjs, and i was wiping the windows. i opened the moment they said 'blueberry cheesecake' and said that its absoloutely gorgeous, then went on about people pointing at what they want to the window, which results in the window being smudged. etc. overall great set, but couldnt game cause of work.
i was just doing my routinely 'round' when this cute girl was looking at me, alongside a woman in her 40's, looking at me with a gigantic smile. do i know them?
i asked. they said "Yeah, yesterday."
holy fuck. its HB shanade and her mother.
i walked past them a few times. i had to.
i cleaned a table, and as i looked behind me, HB shanade was there.
HB: You allrighttttt. *smile*
Me: im good thanks.
i was thinking whether to give her my number or not. though that would only remind me of my recently failure when i did that, quite stupid. i went on my break. and ditched them. i can prolly contact shanade if i wanted to. somehow, someway. just not for certain.
there's this chick that works across starbucks in Build-a-bear. (self explanatory) and someone was celebrating their birthday there. (a kid of course) she was doing some speech thing which involved kid participation. i was standing beside her. i couldnt open properly, she was working. but she's a definite hottie. i swear ive seen her before.
i got opened yesterday, i was working, so couldnt full on game. i had major Xioi's, hair twirls, she initiated the conversation, feet towards my direction full eye contact. s'all good.
Today there were these 2 girls looking at all the cakes at starbucjs, and i was wiping the windows. i opened the moment they said 'blueberry cheesecake' and said that its absoloutely gorgeous, then went on about people pointing at what they want to the window, which results in the window being smudged. etc. overall great set, but couldnt game cause of work.
i was just doing my routinely 'round' when this cute girl was looking at me, alongside a woman in her 40's, looking at me with a gigantic smile. do i know them?
i asked. they said "Yeah, yesterday."
holy fuck. its HB shanade and her mother.
i walked past them a few times. i had to.
i cleaned a table, and as i looked behind me, HB shanade was there.
HB: You allrighttttt. *smile*
Me: im good thanks.
i was thinking whether to give her my number or not. though that would only remind me of my recently failure when i did that, quite stupid. i went on my break. and ditched them. i can prolly contact shanade if i wanted to. somehow, someway. just not for certain.
there's this chick that works across starbucks in Build-a-bear. (self explanatory) and someone was celebrating their birthday there. (a kid of course) she was doing some speech thing which involved kid participation. i was standing beside her. i couldnt open properly, she was working. but she's a definite hottie. i swear ive seen her before.
December 13, 2008
The stuff written here are from as far as i can remember. Bare with me.
i got ready. i was pimping it with my pink shirt and black jeans, along my lovely wool overcoat, i am pimped like fuck. i made sure i smelt nice too. its my friend's 18th birthday later on, and its a joint with her 70 year old nanny. time to bust out my Mother Hen destroying tactics, or try and see how far i can get with women that are 30+ older than me.
Ive been working all day long, and everything seems to be going to a halt. we were waiting at the train station. Me, Ray Jackson (RJ for short), Shortstuff, and smiley.
a bit of background:
Ray Jackson is a good dancer, if you saw the video where i danced, he's the other dancer. he lacks game. he is AFC to heart, i cannot convert him or help him at all.
Smiley and shortstuff are both of my best friends. not wing girls, just best friends. they're too 'good' for my evil deeds.
we were all sitting down, and there was this cute girl who sat on the same bench as i did. Smiley, Short stuff and RJ were all standing beside me, and i was leaning back on the bench. we were all waiting for the train to arrive when this girl sat down in proximity to me.
I was thinking if i should go and open her or not. i'd get bashed by RJ for talking to strangers, Shortstuff would think im a slut for doing that and Smiley would just laugh.
i decided not to open. but then...
Shortstuff opened her.
Shortstuff: S'cuse me, where did you get your coat from?
HB: HnM *smiles*
me: (looks at her for 5 seconds, then looks at Shortstuff)
Shortstuff: What?
Me: Nothing.
Shorstuff: Then why did you look at her, then look at me?
In reality, i was thinking of something to say. i couldnt say anything to the girl, so i just looked at shortstuff instead.
Me: No reason.
Bit of fluff between the group, i stood up and i glanced over her diretion. still sitting down.
Shorstuff *To HB* - Sorry, is he annoying you? (gesturing towards me)
Me: who, me?
Shorstuff: yes you, sorry about that.
HB: oh no, he's fine, he's fine.
me: haha, i didnt even do anything!
Shorstuff: well she's annoyed because you exist.
(group starts laughing, including me)
She then stood up and walked towards the other end of the platform, as the train arrived.
Charming.
we arrived at the train station. and the venue is far. we walked to the bus stop. and we missed the last bus by 3 minutes. we started to walk. RJ said he's got it covered. he knows where it is.
10 minutes has past. Gale force winds and rain was fucking up my hair. Sin is not a happy bunny. my umbrella nearly died too. i stahed it away. there was no point. it was going to break if i used it, and i was getting wet anyways.
an hour has past. we were in the middle of nowhere.
30 minutes. we panicked. we dont know where the fuck we are.
we were told to go forward. ONWARDS. another 30 minutes, and we found the place. my ears were frozen, and my cheeks were literally lacking blood flow. we arrived.
i opened the door, and i fell tripped over outside. the group sitting directly in front of the door started laughing. they were about 18-25 years of age, and i imagined that a door opening to see some kid who looks about 12 year old (who's wearing a snazzy pink shirt might i add) Stack it like a drunken idiot would be quite amusing.
Smiley, Shortstuff and RJ didnt go in. i went and ask why. they said:
"cause its not kirsty's party."
Bullshit. i just saw kirsty. i dragged RJ inside and settled in.
i went straight to the bar.
Vodka and redbull. On ice. wait, make that a double vodka.
i sat down. i set my drink, while Shorstuff, RJ, Michelle, Smiley, Virgin boy, and all the crew were conversing. they were all buzzing. "Wow, SIN you can get served! go and get us some vodka!"
Damn it, it may be social proof, but sometimes being 18 and legal to buy booze can be annoying.
eyed the room for potential targets, there's on in proximity, HB shanade and HB Leopard. about 20 feet away, HB Zoe, and HB whatsherface.
4 potential targets. game on Sin, Game on. it was a large hall. filled with old people.
reality hit me back. this was my friend's 18th birthday party, AS WELL AS her nan's 70th party. so obviously there would be old people, mum's, dad's and little children running about.
i didnt know if this was a good thing or bad thing. its a good thing cause i can show how good i am with kids, but its a bad thing considering there's a lack of targets.
Wingman came up to me. (look at a few previous posts for 'Wingman'.)
Damn, 8 o clock sin. that chick is hot.
i looked, and it turns out that she was looking at me as well, she turned away.
Sin: Wingman, go game.
Wingman: i aint in the mood.
Sin: fuck off. aint in the mood my ass. go open.
Wingman: no serious. i aint in th emood.
Sin: What about HB leopard? she's got a nice ass.
Wingman: nah man. dw. i aint in th emood.
Fuck him. aint in the mood my ass, if i knew any better, it was approach anxiety.
an hour has passed. i was constantly pushing wingman to open. he keeps pussying out. maybe because the table next to them were seated by a complete family, and the man sitting in proximity of her table was a staggering 7 foot tall shaved head man who was giving everyone evil loosk.
ive had about 7 drinks by now, and i must admit i had AA, i was scared considinering the possiblity that the man could be her dad and im scared of getting blown out.
i thought up of a brilliant and classic idea.
"Who's got a pen?"
i never thought i'd have enough balls to do this.
i wrote down:
"Is that your dad sitting with you?" on a napkin. and showed it to my friends. they went mental, laughing and cheering me on.
i scrapped it. wrote down:
"i lost my number, can i have yours?"
showed it to them, they said no, too cheesey.
so i wrote the first line down on a fresh piece of napkin, went back to the bar to order a double vodka+redbull again, and sat myself directly in front of my ToI. i tossed the napkin to her, landing perfectly in front of her.
HB Zoe: what's this?
Sin: Read it.
Hb: Zoe : (Reads) oh no, no. he's not. Smile
Sin: Ahh that's good, i thought he was gonna kill me.
HBZoe: nah, dont worry, its cool.
Sin: (glances to the table nearby with the family) what about them you related to them?
HbZoe: nah im not.
Sin: they all keep looking at me, im scared. haha!
HbWhatsherface: haha dont worry you're fine.
Sin: oh hello. what's your name?
Hb whatsherface: whatsherface. what's your name?
Sin: That's a cute name. and your name is...? (to HB zoe)
HbZoe: its Zoe. what's your name?
Sin: so its Zoe and Whatsherface? that's cute.
HbWhatsherface: no wait, what's your name? (ioi)
Sin: Im Sin. and they're my friends over there. (points at the table with the drunken bastards dancing around singing to abba.)
a few fluffs here and there, chucked the best friends test, and my wingman entered.
i introduced him. bit more fluff. whatever. i got my phone out and got zoe's number. Number close done.
my wingman did the same, to both chicks. that's when u know that he's an idiot. lol!
i ejected, my 'song' came on and i started dancing.
Note: later on, apparantly when i left the group and danced they were quite shocked at how good i danced. they thought i was drunk though, which doesnt count.
i talked to the celebrant, and she said that whatsherface was named Lauren. i got pissed off.
Sin: Wingman, Eject. serious. its nice to meet you zoe.
Wingman: why?
Sin: just do it.
Wingman: no serious, why?
Sin: you'#ll find out. *giving him the "DO WHAT I SAY YOU MOTHERFUCKER" look.
Wingman: Aight. (moves out of the way)
Sin: right, you 'whatsherface' is a liar, apparantly your name is Lauren. according to the celebrant.
(insert argument here over her name, nothign violent, just a bit out.. on my side)
i ejected, only to find my wingman back there. i talked to them again, and its'allgood in the hood.
they went for a ciggarette break outside. we followed.
Myles entered the scene, what a fucking bastard. as he walked in the girls walked back inside. he scared em off i swear.
as we came back, i didnt really contact them, i wanted to talk to Leopard chick and HB shanade. it was plausible, but not at my state. i missed my sweet spot, and im bordering towards drunkenness.
i had a good time though. =]
me and wingman ended up talking to the group at the front of the door, which turned out to be my friend's workmates. hence the age gaps and shit. they were allright, they didnt say anything about me tripping over. it was quite funny.
Sin: what's your name?
Sam: its Sam.
Sin: i'll call you chris.
Sam: that's not my name.. that's not my name! (See 'that's not my name' by the TingTings.)
we all laughed out loud. haha
i got ready. i was pimping it with my pink shirt and black jeans, along my lovely wool overcoat, i am pimped like fuck. i made sure i smelt nice too. its my friend's 18th birthday later on, and its a joint with her 70 year old nanny. time to bust out my Mother Hen destroying tactics, or try and see how far i can get with women that are 30+ older than me.
Ive been working all day long, and everything seems to be going to a halt. we were waiting at the train station. Me, Ray Jackson (RJ for short), Shortstuff, and smiley.
a bit of background:
Ray Jackson is a good dancer, if you saw the video where i danced, he's the other dancer. he lacks game. he is AFC to heart, i cannot convert him or help him at all.
Smiley and shortstuff are both of my best friends. not wing girls, just best friends. they're too 'good' for my evil deeds.
we were all sitting down, and there was this cute girl who sat on the same bench as i did. Smiley, Short stuff and RJ were all standing beside me, and i was leaning back on the bench. we were all waiting for the train to arrive when this girl sat down in proximity to me.
I was thinking if i should go and open her or not. i'd get bashed by RJ for talking to strangers, Shortstuff would think im a slut for doing that and Smiley would just laugh.
i decided not to open. but then...
Shortstuff opened her.
Shortstuff: S'cuse me, where did you get your coat from?
HB: HnM *smiles*
me: (looks at her for 5 seconds, then looks at Shortstuff)
Shortstuff: What?
Me: Nothing.
Shorstuff: Then why did you look at her, then look at me?
In reality, i was thinking of something to say. i couldnt say anything to the girl, so i just looked at shortstuff instead.
Me: No reason.
Bit of fluff between the group, i stood up and i glanced over her diretion. still sitting down.
Shorstuff *To HB* - Sorry, is he annoying you? (gesturing towards me)
Me: who, me?
Shorstuff: yes you, sorry about that.
HB: oh no, he's fine, he's fine.
me: haha, i didnt even do anything!
Shorstuff: well she's annoyed because you exist.
(group starts laughing, including me)
She then stood up and walked towards the other end of the platform, as the train arrived.
Charming.
we arrived at the train station. and the venue is far. we walked to the bus stop. and we missed the last bus by 3 minutes. we started to walk. RJ said he's got it covered. he knows where it is.
10 minutes has past. Gale force winds and rain was fucking up my hair. Sin is not a happy bunny. my umbrella nearly died too. i stahed it away. there was no point. it was going to break if i used it, and i was getting wet anyways.
an hour has past. we were in the middle of nowhere.
30 minutes. we panicked. we dont know where the fuck we are.
we were told to go forward. ONWARDS. another 30 minutes, and we found the place. my ears were frozen, and my cheeks were literally lacking blood flow. we arrived.
i opened the door, and i fell tripped over outside. the group sitting directly in front of the door started laughing. they were about 18-25 years of age, and i imagined that a door opening to see some kid who looks about 12 year old (who's wearing a snazzy pink shirt might i add) Stack it like a drunken idiot would be quite amusing.
Smiley, Shortstuff and RJ didnt go in. i went and ask why. they said:
"cause its not kirsty's party."
Bullshit. i just saw kirsty. i dragged RJ inside and settled in.
i went straight to the bar.
Vodka and redbull. On ice. wait, make that a double vodka.
i sat down. i set my drink, while Shorstuff, RJ, Michelle, Smiley, Virgin boy, and all the crew were conversing. they were all buzzing. "Wow, SIN you can get served! go and get us some vodka!"
Damn it, it may be social proof, but sometimes being 18 and legal to buy booze can be annoying.
eyed the room for potential targets, there's on in proximity, HB shanade and HB Leopard. about 20 feet away, HB Zoe, and HB whatsherface.
4 potential targets. game on Sin, Game on. it was a large hall. filled with old people.
reality hit me back. this was my friend's 18th birthday party, AS WELL AS her nan's 70th party. so obviously there would be old people, mum's, dad's and little children running about.
i didnt know if this was a good thing or bad thing. its a good thing cause i can show how good i am with kids, but its a bad thing considering there's a lack of targets.
Wingman came up to me. (look at a few previous posts for 'Wingman'.)
Damn, 8 o clock sin. that chick is hot.
i looked, and it turns out that she was looking at me as well, she turned away.
Sin: Wingman, go game.
Wingman: i aint in the mood.
Sin: fuck off. aint in the mood my ass. go open.
Wingman: no serious. i aint in th emood.
Sin: What about HB leopard? she's got a nice ass.
Wingman: nah man. dw. i aint in th emood.
Fuck him. aint in the mood my ass, if i knew any better, it was approach anxiety.
an hour has passed. i was constantly pushing wingman to open. he keeps pussying out. maybe because the table next to them were seated by a complete family, and the man sitting in proximity of her table was a staggering 7 foot tall shaved head man who was giving everyone evil loosk.
ive had about 7 drinks by now, and i must admit i had AA, i was scared considinering the possiblity that the man could be her dad and im scared of getting blown out.
i thought up of a brilliant and classic idea.
"Who's got a pen?"
i never thought i'd have enough balls to do this.
i wrote down:
"Is that your dad sitting with you?" on a napkin. and showed it to my friends. they went mental, laughing and cheering me on.
i scrapped it. wrote down:
"i lost my number, can i have yours?"
showed it to them, they said no, too cheesey.
so i wrote the first line down on a fresh piece of napkin, went back to the bar to order a double vodka+redbull again, and sat myself directly in front of my ToI. i tossed the napkin to her, landing perfectly in front of her.
HB Zoe: what's this?
Sin: Read it.
Hb: Zoe : (Reads) oh no, no. he's not. Smile
Sin: Ahh that's good, i thought he was gonna kill me.
HBZoe: nah, dont worry, its cool.
Sin: (glances to the table nearby with the family) what about them you related to them?
HbZoe: nah im not.
Sin: they all keep looking at me, im scared. haha!
HbWhatsherface: haha dont worry you're fine.
Sin: oh hello. what's your name?
Hb whatsherface: whatsherface. what's your name?
Sin: That's a cute name. and your name is...? (to HB zoe)
HbZoe: its Zoe. what's your name?
Sin: so its Zoe and Whatsherface? that's cute.
HbWhatsherface: no wait, what's your name? (ioi)
Sin: Im Sin. and they're my friends over there. (points at the table with the drunken bastards dancing around singing to abba.)
a few fluffs here and there, chucked the best friends test, and my wingman entered.
i introduced him. bit more fluff. whatever. i got my phone out and got zoe's number. Number close done.
my wingman did the same, to both chicks. that's when u know that he's an idiot. lol!
i ejected, my 'song' came on and i started dancing.
Note: later on, apparantly when i left the group and danced they were quite shocked at how good i danced. they thought i was drunk though, which doesnt count.
i talked to the celebrant, and she said that whatsherface was named Lauren. i got pissed off.
Sin: Wingman, Eject. serious. its nice to meet you zoe.
Wingman: why?
Sin: just do it.
Wingman: no serious, why?
Sin: you'#ll find out. *giving him the "DO WHAT I SAY YOU MOTHERFUCKER" look.
Wingman: Aight. (moves out of the way)
Sin: right, you 'whatsherface' is a liar, apparantly your name is Lauren. according to the celebrant.
(insert argument here over her name, nothign violent, just a bit out.. on my side)
i ejected, only to find my wingman back there. i talked to them again, and its'allgood in the hood.
they went for a ciggarette break outside. we followed.
Myles entered the scene, what a fucking bastard. as he walked in the girls walked back inside. he scared em off i swear.
as we came back, i didnt really contact them, i wanted to talk to Leopard chick and HB shanade. it was plausible, but not at my state. i missed my sweet spot, and im bordering towards drunkenness.
i had a good time though. =]
me and wingman ended up talking to the group at the front of the door, which turned out to be my friend's workmates. hence the age gaps and shit. they were allright, they didnt say anything about me tripping over. it was quite funny.
Sin: what's your name?
Sam: its Sam.
Sin: i'll call you chris.
Sam: that's not my name.. that's not my name! (See 'that's not my name' by the TingTings.)
we all laughed out loud. haha
December 9, 2008
Haha, that sounds legendary. i'll pay a visit to your journal mate. =]
December 09, 2008
Today is my dad's birthday. and i ahvent bought him a card. fuck.
anywho, keep things short, i was in the mood to do an approach, but im waiting for AI. (approach invitation) eye contact is more than enough.
as i was walking to the bus stop with my friend Hayden, He was talking about how i call everyone a slag. (which means slut basically)
Hayden: You call everyone a slag.
Me: Yes, i know. *looks over shoulder and calls the person behind a slag.*
Hayden: wtf, do you even know him?
Me: haha. No.
as i looked back, i saw this cute girl and she looked sort of distant. there's about a good 20 feet distance.
Me: Yooo, You allriiight?
Girl: ...
Me: You seem a bit dead, like a *insert zombie pose here* sort of thing going on.
Girl: *looks behind*
Me: yes you. what's up with you?
Girl: oh, me... ive never spoken to you before.
Me: well now you have.
at this point hayden starts talking again, and she sped up walking to meet her friends. i thought it was funny, she was a good 2 foot taller than me. haha!
December 09, 2008
Today is my dad's birthday. and i ahvent bought him a card. fuck.
anywho, keep things short, i was in the mood to do an approach, but im waiting for AI. (approach invitation) eye contact is more than enough.
as i was walking to the bus stop with my friend Hayden, He was talking about how i call everyone a slag. (which means slut basically)
Hayden: You call everyone a slag.
Me: Yes, i know. *looks over shoulder and calls the person behind a slag.*
Hayden: wtf, do you even know him?
Me: haha. No.
as i looked back, i saw this cute girl and she looked sort of distant. there's about a good 20 feet distance.
Me: Yooo, You allriiight?
Girl: ...
Me: You seem a bit dead, like a *insert zombie pose here* sort of thing going on.
Girl: *looks behind*
Me: yes you. what's up with you?
Girl: oh, me... ive never spoken to you before.
Me: well now you have.
at this point hayden starts talking again, and she sped up walking to meet her friends. i thought it was funny, she was a good 2 foot taller than me. haha!
December 7, 2008
The evening. Lalah's birthday
it was cool. Blondie was there. i gamed her beforehand. she was one of the 'virgins' that i contemplated with. Where i would get far, but stop because i'd find out they're virgins. and i dont want to force them to give me head. maybe its my LMR tactics, fuck knows.
anywho, it was eventful personally, but nothing funny. it was cool going back to my civilized friends (lol at me using the word civilized)
Blondie's cool. ive kiseed her a couple of times before. as i was leaving i aimed to kiss her on the cheek- she gave me a quick peck on the lips and said:
"we should hang out soon".
I know she wants my dick. but this girl is a fucking virgin. >_>
it was cool. Blondie was there. i gamed her beforehand. she was one of the 'virgins' that i contemplated with. Where i would get far, but stop because i'd find out they're virgins. and i dont want to force them to give me head. maybe its my LMR tactics, fuck knows.
anywho, it was eventful personally, but nothing funny. it was cool going back to my civilized friends (lol at me using the word civilized)
Blondie's cool. ive kiseed her a couple of times before. as i was leaving i aimed to kiss her on the cheek- she gave me a quick peck on the lips and said:
"we should hang out soon".
I know she wants my dick. but this girl is a fucking virgin. >_>
You Black Ting!
December 06 to December 07, 2008
"let me put my gloves on.. and my scrubs on..."
I got on the bus. My bag slung to my right arm whilst im holding my bus ticket, and my Hazelnut hot chocolate on my left arm. im pissed off. working from 9-5. then Party. bad combination. i staggered to the back seat. there was a 3 set there. and they said something as i walked past them. it wasnt a formal Hello, it wasnt an IoI. nor was it an insult. wasnt quite sure. i think it was a personal joke which involved me. Fuck it. they're all too young anyways, stupid sluts.
i sat down, and i really hesitated on whether i should game them or not. i was too tired. but this is when i decided not to game.
Girl 1: i cant wait till may! imagine 10 people on a holiday.. loads of booze, loads of boys.. oohh yeah!
Girl 2: woooh! wait,You've been popping your spots havent you?
Girl 1: why?
Girl 3: Yeah you have been! you're sorta bleeding!
Girl 1: *looks in the mirror*
i was sort of holding my laughter in. that is such a turn off. the whole journey consisted of girl 1 looking at her reflection in the mirror and flicking her hair whilst the other 2 girls chatted happily.
All 3 were butt ugly, well sorta. the most decent one was Girl 1- and her face was a bit bleeding. hahahaha!
Got dressed and whatnot, met up with my wing girl, and wing man, and were off to the party.
its a surprise party for one of my best friends. and we were early. we sat down,and Taylor's lot came.
(confused? read Entry number 3 of this Journal and you'll get more info)
anywho, it was cockblock central. the two motherhens Hated me, Taylor wasnt making eye contact at all, and jamie werent even trying.
Screw you motherfuckers. im gonna go get drunk. me and my 2 wings fucked off to buy booze, laughing like there's no tomorrow, i seriously had such a great time that i didnt even mind not 'scoring'.
i took a piss outside. i cant be fucked. That’s piss number 1.
We jammed back to the house, we went the back way, cause these ‘blacks’ (as we phrased it) wudve jacked our booze. we bought Redbull and vodka. Gooood combination. i was pissed off that we didnt have ice though! we ended up getting drunk at the backgarden.
(Note, WingMan is Nigerian, And WingGirl is Nigerian, Im Filipino. Asian. Yes. And were quite open about racism. Casual racism. Lol)
We drank casually. Wing Girl doesn’t usually drink anything besides Malibu and coke (according to her) and WingMan is just some dick who drinks anything. Bastard.
We drank till the bottle was half empty, and I said to Wingman: Dude, lets do shots.
I poured out a shot of Vodka onto my glass, and a shot onto his glass. Glasses clinked, and the vodka was downed. I felt Hardcore. My mouth and stomach did not agree. Straight Vodka is the most disgusting and vile Shot ever. It is not smooth, it is not sweet, it tastes like nail polish remover. Absoloutely disgusting.
We staggered inside to say hi to the celebrant's Mother who just came home from work. WingMan ran off. His mother is a devout Christian. Wing Girl was too busy laughing or panicking, cant remember.
Me: *staggers* Hi Auntie, How are you?
Auntie: Ahhh, im Good Sin, how are you my son?
Me: *knocks off a can of coke* Im gooood auntie, im gooood.
during this point in time my 2 wings were on the floor laughing their head off. cause 'Auntie' (psuedonym) is a devout christian and does not allow booze to be present at her house.
walked outside to hide the vodka. Took another piss. Pisscount: 2.
we all went in the kitchen to find Taylor and the crew sitting down. the two Mother hens are eyeing on me like hawks. they hated my guts, and will not let me spit game at all. this is cock block to a whole new level.
I sat down, bit dizzy, but I managed to stay up. My wing girl started gaming.
Her: I love your dress!
Jamie: Thanks!
Her: haha you’re adorable.. what’s your name?
Jamie: Jamie.
Her: im WingGirl
*she turns towards taylor and repeats the same process to her, and the two motherhens.*
Insert fluff here that I didn’t participate in.
Here comes two more Potential targets, Bonnie and Clyde.
For story telling purposes, clyde will be a girl too. And she’ll be the fat one. Bonnie is kinda pretty. Definite HB 8 on my scale, but the foundation on her face is a turnoff. In total she’s a 7. I’d tap that still.
They sat down with us, and I think I offered them all some vodka. Fuck knows. All I know is that it disappeared after they came. (though I doubt they drank anything at all)
WingMan: oh my God, Sin, Show them Some Magic!
I started to do some Magic. This is fucked up. I can only remember a few bits, but as far as I can remember I did a few tricks, and bonnie and clyde were STILL impressed even though I was fucked outta my face. Hahahah! I dropped my cards a lot of times, but they were still impressed. Shit im talented.
This is where a gigantic Gap in my memory comes. There is just a void there. I know I didn’t kiss anyone, nor did I game Bonnie or Clyde, or Jamie or Taylor. Nadda. I have no idea what the fuck I did, but there was just a void. LOL!
The celebrant eventually Came let’s name him CT. Short for Chocolate Teddy (cause he likes that name). Apparently according to him, he stood outside his house for us lot to ‘Get ready’ and surprise him. Being Typical British Black people, They just partied. I was too fucking drunk to notice anything. I saw him come in, and I immediately gave him a hug.
Me: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BLACK BASTARD.
CT: Cheers you drunken Fuck.
Me: s’cool, S’cooool.. *passess out*
I came in the dance floor. Taylor and the crew were there. I think I said:
Me: Taylor, You’re Gorgeous. Come here.
Then there’s a void again, cant remember jack shit,but she definitely didn’t come near me. Haha.
They said they had to go, gave Both taylor and Jamie a hug, and passed out somewhere.
There is a massive gap again. I remember sitting down in the kitchen with the rubbish bin in front of me. I told them it was my best friend. Sinful was literally fucked outta his head. This black kid came in the kitchen and was standing near me, facing towards my direction.
I got pissed off. The bastard was wearing his hood, INSIDE the house, who the fuck does that. You know this guy is fucked up when they do that, seriously. I was drunk, but I still didn’t lose my logic. Hoodies inside? Nah motherfucker, that’s just fucked up.
Me: Who’s this? *points at Hoodie boy*
Hoodie Boy: Who?
Me: WHO… IS… THIS????!??!
Hoodie Boy: What do you MEAN who’s this? *takes two steps closer, to the point where I can smell his hot demented breath)
Me: Yo, WingMan, who the fuck is this?
Hoodie Boy: What do you mean though? Who’s this? I AM someone, the fuck do you mean?
Just as a heads up, this may not make sense to a lot of you, but you’d have to audible hear the conversation (if you can call it that) to intensify the interaction. This guy was ready to stab me, and I was giving him evil looks.
He walked out murmuring to himself, I thought: “Damn straight bitch, walk the fuck away.” And passed out again.
I woke up a bit, and I said:
Me: WingMan, I need to get sober Quick.. give me some food…
Wingman: Sin, there’s no food here, there’s chicken and Jellof rice though.
Me: Fuck off.. that’s way too spicy. Oi WingGirl, pass me that.
WingGirl: pass you what?
Me: Pass me THAT. (points at cereal)
Wing Girl: what, the bread?
Me: does it look like im pointing at bread, what kind of fucked up eyes do you have?
Wing girl (laughing): Oh the cereal! Haha aight.
Me: (gestures hands to charade a ‘Bowl’, they didn’t get it.) GIVE ME A DAMN BOWL.
Wing Man: YES SIR!
Me: Milk. And a spoon.
Wing Girl: Here, bitch!
I sit there happily eating my cereal, and I casually look at my Ben Sherman watch which recently got fixed. 1:40 Am. occasionally I missed my mouth and the cereal would land in the floor.
I promised to myself that if I dropped the bowl,I would clean it. A good 20 seconds after, I dropped the godfrosakened bowl.
This is out of respect to CT, because I mustered up every inch of adrenaline left in my body to stay sober, in order to clean the mess I made. Thank fuck the bowl I used was plastic, and the Rubbish bin wasn’t exactly far. (It was dead in front of me.)
I was starting to sober up. I told wing girl:
Me: Wing Girl, I am sad.
Wing Girl: Why?
Me: Because if I weren’t like this.. (points towards self) I could’ve gamed THAT. (points at Bonnie and clyde)
Wing girl (laughing) : Its True Sin, Its true. Mother has taught you well, but for now, Sleep. (Mother referring to herself.)
There was a rush of people coming from the living room to the kitchen, their face screwed up in a manner that looks like they were eating something sour. I wanted to try it.
“Someone’s spraying some shit, Fuck this!”
I thought to myself: Fuck, that must be some weird ass’ed Aftershave or cologne, how can it be that LETHAL that it evacuated the dance floor? I mean, Black parties tend to be B.o. heaven (Body Odour) but I didn’t think it’d be that bad, maybe someone shat themselves. Fuck it.
Me: WingGIrl, im going upstairs to get my shirt.
Wing Girl: haha no Sin, stay here, seriously it stinks in there.
Me: ah, I don’t care.
Before I entered the room, I held my breath and staggered upstairs. Before I entered the living room I held my breath, but I tested it out for the smell just before I entered the living room. I smelt nothing.
Then it came. That sensation that fills me up, whether I like it or not, I cant really decide. I sneezed.
Sneeze number 1. Followed by sneeze number two.. and three.. and four. Until it was about the 11th time and I was on the floor on all fours, teary eyed with saliva and snot drooping from my nose and mouth in front of me.
Wingman and wingGirl couldn’t stop laughing. CT was laughing as well.
CT: Sin, I told you don’t fucking enter the living room, some bastard sprayed pepper spray!
Shit, that was it. Pepper spray. It makes sense.
There was a void here again, cant remember.
I somehow landed outside with CT, Wing Girl and Wingman. We started dancing.
I put some music on my phone and we had a dance off outside. Apparently I was still good, even though I staggered a lot. We had quite a few onlookers.
Random Girl 1: Heyyy Sin. You allriiight?
Sin: yeah. Drunk. Sup?
Random girl number 2: (Touches my arm) You allright sin?
Sin: *looks at the area where girl 2 touches my arm*
Random girl 3: he looks drunk.
Sin: You think? Shit, you’re a genius.
Random girl 1: haha, you’re so funny… listen, have you got £3.00?
At this point I stepped back and started laughing.
Sin (laughing): CT, hahahhaha CT, did you hear this? These bastards are trying to hustle money off me! Hahahaha! I may be drunk, but I still aint gonna give you jack shit!
I walked up to CT and said:
“Dude, im still fucking hammered mate, you really need to help me find WingGirl or WingMan.. im sleeping round WingGirl’s house with WingMan and shit… so yeah..”
CT: I got your back man, trust. Lets go.
So we fought off Legions of black bastards trying to swindle money off me, and black bastards trying to talk to CT (cause he’s alpha, lol)
I cant remember what happens. I remember a few things, but I’ll fast forward it.
I was sober a bit, my adrenaline was kicking in. it was me, wing girl, wing man, TallBoy and Comfort walking to the train station to get picked up. If we bump into any chavs were sorta fucked. Im trying to stay alert. We arrived at the train station. I needed a piss.
Piss number 3. Right at the Red mailbox. Wingman was laughing, Wing girl was going “eww… HAHHAHAHAH.. but eww sin! Hahgahahhahaha!”
The driver arrived, it was wing girl’s sister. for some reason comfort was sitting on my lap. I was laughing my head off. Im drunk outta my head and ive got a girl on my lap. I weren’t even trying or anything. All this pickup bullshit weren’t helping.
That’s the moment when I know I was really fucked outta my head, cause of what I thought at the time. I went:
Shit, TallBoy I thought you were the pimp? Why the fuck have I got Comfort on my lap? This is wrong man, You’re the better pimp, why is she on my lap? Shit, ive got more game than them bastards on Xboxlive. Im drunk and im still pulling.
They thought it was funny, I wasn’t amused.
We arrived at wing girl’s at around about 3 AM. I just laid there on the couch. Wing girl said im not aloud my shoes on. I took em off with my feet. And passed out.
I woke up at half 3, and the two bastards were watching spongebob. I said:
Why the fuck are you watching spongebob?
I slapped wing man in the face (cause he was nearest) and went back to bed.
PM Sunday, me winggirl and wingman just relaxed round wing girl’s house until 6 pm. Utter hilarious. We were talking about what the fuck I did (Which is why I remembered quite a lot seeing that they were both sober and I was drunk outta my head)
Flashback:
Apparently the same boy that I had the encounter with was also the same boy that used the pepper spray. He didn’t do it once, he did it three times apparently, and WingMan (being a loyal friend that he is) asked him to leave nicely.
Black people, seeing that they’re black were shit stirring. They went:
Seeing that you guys wont be familiar with Black terminology (since they tend to invent their own language, I’ll translate)
Black group 1: OOHH, IS HE GETTING RUDE NOW DOE? IS HE GETTING RUUUUUUDDDDEEEE!?” (is he getting rude now?)
Black dude number 2: Ahh BLOOD, he’s bare rude u kno, what he chattin abaaaaaaatttttt. (Ahh, dude, He’s really rude you know, what’s he talking about?)
Hoodie Boy: Is this your house numba? (is this your house?)
WingMan: No, but its my friends house. *you can tell that my friend is still sober, cause he’s still civilized)
Hoodie: well den.
WingMan: can you leave, Please.
Black group 1: OOH BRUV, HE’S GETTING BARE RUDE.
CT steps in and holds Black group 1 out while Hoodie boy and wingman was still squaring off.
CT: WingMan, go upstairs, I’ll handle this.
None of our lot (wingman, Wing girl, Tallboy, comfort, ) was there to witness this, but apparently CT told hoodie boy to never go back to his house ever again. He’s one of them people that got invited to the party because he knew one person, and the person knew another.
Hoodie Boy is apparently the little brother of some crazy black guy who stabs people. He stabs people too apparently. Thank fuck im still alive.
"let me put my gloves on.. and my scrubs on..."
I got on the bus. My bag slung to my right arm whilst im holding my bus ticket, and my Hazelnut hot chocolate on my left arm. im pissed off. working from 9-5. then Party. bad combination. i staggered to the back seat. there was a 3 set there. and they said something as i walked past them. it wasnt a formal Hello, it wasnt an IoI. nor was it an insult. wasnt quite sure. i think it was a personal joke which involved me. Fuck it. they're all too young anyways, stupid sluts.
i sat down, and i really hesitated on whether i should game them or not. i was too tired. but this is when i decided not to game.
Girl 1: i cant wait till may! imagine 10 people on a holiday.. loads of booze, loads of boys.. oohh yeah!
Girl 2: woooh! wait,You've been popping your spots havent you?
Girl 1: why?
Girl 3: Yeah you have been! you're sorta bleeding!
Girl 1: *looks in the mirror*
i was sort of holding my laughter in. that is such a turn off. the whole journey consisted of girl 1 looking at her reflection in the mirror and flicking her hair whilst the other 2 girls chatted happily.
All 3 were butt ugly, well sorta. the most decent one was Girl 1- and her face was a bit bleeding. hahahaha!
Got dressed and whatnot, met up with my wing girl, and wing man, and were off to the party.
its a surprise party for one of my best friends. and we were early. we sat down,and Taylor's lot came.
(confused? read Entry number 3 of this Journal and you'll get more info)
anywho, it was cockblock central. the two motherhens Hated me, Taylor wasnt making eye contact at all, and jamie werent even trying.
Screw you motherfuckers. im gonna go get drunk. me and my 2 wings fucked off to buy booze, laughing like there's no tomorrow, i seriously had such a great time that i didnt even mind not 'scoring'.
i took a piss outside. i cant be fucked. That’s piss number 1.
We jammed back to the house, we went the back way, cause these ‘blacks’ (as we phrased it) wudve jacked our booze. we bought Redbull and vodka. Gooood combination. i was pissed off that we didnt have ice though! we ended up getting drunk at the backgarden.
(Note, WingMan is Nigerian, And WingGirl is Nigerian, Im Filipino. Asian. Yes. And were quite open about racism. Casual racism. Lol)
We drank casually. Wing Girl doesn’t usually drink anything besides Malibu and coke (according to her) and WingMan is just some dick who drinks anything. Bastard.
We drank till the bottle was half empty, and I said to Wingman: Dude, lets do shots.
I poured out a shot of Vodka onto my glass, and a shot onto his glass. Glasses clinked, and the vodka was downed. I felt Hardcore. My mouth and stomach did not agree. Straight Vodka is the most disgusting and vile Shot ever. It is not smooth, it is not sweet, it tastes like nail polish remover. Absoloutely disgusting.
We staggered inside to say hi to the celebrant's Mother who just came home from work. WingMan ran off. His mother is a devout Christian. Wing Girl was too busy laughing or panicking, cant remember.
Me: *staggers* Hi Auntie, How are you?
Auntie: Ahhh, im Good Sin, how are you my son?
Me: *knocks off a can of coke* Im gooood auntie, im gooood.
during this point in time my 2 wings were on the floor laughing their head off. cause 'Auntie' (psuedonym) is a devout christian and does not allow booze to be present at her house.
walked outside to hide the vodka. Took another piss. Pisscount: 2.
we all went in the kitchen to find Taylor and the crew sitting down. the two Mother hens are eyeing on me like hawks. they hated my guts, and will not let me spit game at all. this is cock block to a whole new level.
I sat down, bit dizzy, but I managed to stay up. My wing girl started gaming.
Her: I love your dress!
Jamie: Thanks!
Her: haha you’re adorable.. what’s your name?
Jamie: Jamie.
Her: im WingGirl
*she turns towards taylor and repeats the same process to her, and the two motherhens.*
Insert fluff here that I didn’t participate in.
Here comes two more Potential targets, Bonnie and Clyde.
For story telling purposes, clyde will be a girl too. And she’ll be the fat one. Bonnie is kinda pretty. Definite HB 8 on my scale, but the foundation on her face is a turnoff. In total she’s a 7. I’d tap that still.
They sat down with us, and I think I offered them all some vodka. Fuck knows. All I know is that it disappeared after they came. (though I doubt they drank anything at all)
WingMan: oh my God, Sin, Show them Some Magic!
I started to do some Magic. This is fucked up. I can only remember a few bits, but as far as I can remember I did a few tricks, and bonnie and clyde were STILL impressed even though I was fucked outta my face. Hahahah! I dropped my cards a lot of times, but they were still impressed. Shit im talented.
This is where a gigantic Gap in my memory comes. There is just a void there. I know I didn’t kiss anyone, nor did I game Bonnie or Clyde, or Jamie or Taylor. Nadda. I have no idea what the fuck I did, but there was just a void. LOL!
The celebrant eventually Came let’s name him CT. Short for Chocolate Teddy (cause he likes that name). Apparently according to him, he stood outside his house for us lot to ‘Get ready’ and surprise him. Being Typical British Black people, They just partied. I was too fucking drunk to notice anything. I saw him come in, and I immediately gave him a hug.
Me: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BLACK BASTARD.
CT: Cheers you drunken Fuck.
Me: s’cool, S’cooool.. *passess out*
I came in the dance floor. Taylor and the crew were there. I think I said:
Me: Taylor, You’re Gorgeous. Come here.
Then there’s a void again, cant remember jack shit,but she definitely didn’t come near me. Haha.
They said they had to go, gave Both taylor and Jamie a hug, and passed out somewhere.
There is a massive gap again. I remember sitting down in the kitchen with the rubbish bin in front of me. I told them it was my best friend. Sinful was literally fucked outta his head. This black kid came in the kitchen and was standing near me, facing towards my direction.
I got pissed off. The bastard was wearing his hood, INSIDE the house, who the fuck does that. You know this guy is fucked up when they do that, seriously. I was drunk, but I still didn’t lose my logic. Hoodies inside? Nah motherfucker, that’s just fucked up.
Me: Who’s this? *points at Hoodie boy*
Hoodie Boy: Who?
Me: WHO… IS… THIS????!??!
Hoodie Boy: What do you MEAN who’s this? *takes two steps closer, to the point where I can smell his hot demented breath)
Me: Yo, WingMan, who the fuck is this?
Hoodie Boy: What do you mean though? Who’s this? I AM someone, the fuck do you mean?
Just as a heads up, this may not make sense to a lot of you, but you’d have to audible hear the conversation (if you can call it that) to intensify the interaction. This guy was ready to stab me, and I was giving him evil looks.
He walked out murmuring to himself, I thought: “Damn straight bitch, walk the fuck away.” And passed out again.
I woke up a bit, and I said:
Me: WingMan, I need to get sober Quick.. give me some food…
Wingman: Sin, there’s no food here, there’s chicken and Jellof rice though.
Me: Fuck off.. that’s way too spicy. Oi WingGirl, pass me that.
WingGirl: pass you what?
Me: Pass me THAT. (points at cereal)
Wing Girl: what, the bread?
Me: does it look like im pointing at bread, what kind of fucked up eyes do you have?
Wing girl (laughing): Oh the cereal! Haha aight.
Me: (gestures hands to charade a ‘Bowl’, they didn’t get it.) GIVE ME A DAMN BOWL.
Wing Man: YES SIR!
Me: Milk. And a spoon.
Wing Girl: Here, bitch!
I sit there happily eating my cereal, and I casually look at my Ben Sherman watch which recently got fixed. 1:40 Am. occasionally I missed my mouth and the cereal would land in the floor.
I promised to myself that if I dropped the bowl,I would clean it. A good 20 seconds after, I dropped the godfrosakened bowl.
This is out of respect to CT, because I mustered up every inch of adrenaline left in my body to stay sober, in order to clean the mess I made. Thank fuck the bowl I used was plastic, and the Rubbish bin wasn’t exactly far. (It was dead in front of me.)
I was starting to sober up. I told wing girl:
Me: Wing Girl, I am sad.
Wing Girl: Why?
Me: Because if I weren’t like this.. (points towards self) I could’ve gamed THAT. (points at Bonnie and clyde)
Wing girl (laughing) : Its True Sin, Its true. Mother has taught you well, but for now, Sleep. (Mother referring to herself.)
There was a rush of people coming from the living room to the kitchen, their face screwed up in a manner that looks like they were eating something sour. I wanted to try it.
“Someone’s spraying some shit, Fuck this!”
I thought to myself: Fuck, that must be some weird ass’ed Aftershave or cologne, how can it be that LETHAL that it evacuated the dance floor? I mean, Black parties tend to be B.o. heaven (Body Odour) but I didn’t think it’d be that bad, maybe someone shat themselves. Fuck it.
Me: WingGIrl, im going upstairs to get my shirt.
Wing Girl: haha no Sin, stay here, seriously it stinks in there.
Me: ah, I don’t care.
Before I entered the room, I held my breath and staggered upstairs. Before I entered the living room I held my breath, but I tested it out for the smell just before I entered the living room. I smelt nothing.
Then it came. That sensation that fills me up, whether I like it or not, I cant really decide. I sneezed.
Sneeze number 1. Followed by sneeze number two.. and three.. and four. Until it was about the 11th time and I was on the floor on all fours, teary eyed with saliva and snot drooping from my nose and mouth in front of me.
Wingman and wingGirl couldn’t stop laughing. CT was laughing as well.
CT: Sin, I told you don’t fucking enter the living room, some bastard sprayed pepper spray!
Shit, that was it. Pepper spray. It makes sense.
There was a void here again, cant remember.
I somehow landed outside with CT, Wing Girl and Wingman. We started dancing.
I put some music on my phone and we had a dance off outside. Apparently I was still good, even though I staggered a lot. We had quite a few onlookers.
Random Girl 1: Heyyy Sin. You allriiight?
Sin: yeah. Drunk. Sup?
Random girl number 2: (Touches my arm) You allright sin?
Sin: *looks at the area where girl 2 touches my arm*
Random girl 3: he looks drunk.
Sin: You think? Shit, you’re a genius.
Random girl 1: haha, you’re so funny… listen, have you got £3.00?
At this point I stepped back and started laughing.
Sin (laughing): CT, hahahhaha CT, did you hear this? These bastards are trying to hustle money off me! Hahahaha! I may be drunk, but I still aint gonna give you jack shit!
I walked up to CT and said:
“Dude, im still fucking hammered mate, you really need to help me find WingGirl or WingMan.. im sleeping round WingGirl’s house with WingMan and shit… so yeah..”
CT: I got your back man, trust. Lets go.
So we fought off Legions of black bastards trying to swindle money off me, and black bastards trying to talk to CT (cause he’s alpha, lol)
I cant remember what happens. I remember a few things, but I’ll fast forward it.
I was sober a bit, my adrenaline was kicking in. it was me, wing girl, wing man, TallBoy and Comfort walking to the train station to get picked up. If we bump into any chavs were sorta fucked. Im trying to stay alert. We arrived at the train station. I needed a piss.
Piss number 3. Right at the Red mailbox. Wingman was laughing, Wing girl was going “eww… HAHHAHAHAH.. but eww sin! Hahgahahhahaha!”
The driver arrived, it was wing girl’s sister. for some reason comfort was sitting on my lap. I was laughing my head off. Im drunk outta my head and ive got a girl on my lap. I weren’t even trying or anything. All this pickup bullshit weren’t helping.
That’s the moment when I know I was really fucked outta my head, cause of what I thought at the time. I went:
Shit, TallBoy I thought you were the pimp? Why the fuck have I got Comfort on my lap? This is wrong man, You’re the better pimp, why is she on my lap? Shit, ive got more game than them bastards on Xboxlive. Im drunk and im still pulling.
They thought it was funny, I wasn’t amused.
We arrived at wing girl’s at around about 3 AM. I just laid there on the couch. Wing girl said im not aloud my shoes on. I took em off with my feet. And passed out.
I woke up at half 3, and the two bastards were watching spongebob. I said:
Why the fuck are you watching spongebob?
I slapped wing man in the face (cause he was nearest) and went back to bed.
PM Sunday, me winggirl and wingman just relaxed round wing girl’s house until 6 pm. Utter hilarious. We were talking about what the fuck I did (Which is why I remembered quite a lot seeing that they were both sober and I was drunk outta my head)
Flashback:
Apparently the same boy that I had the encounter with was also the same boy that used the pepper spray. He didn’t do it once, he did it three times apparently, and WingMan (being a loyal friend that he is) asked him to leave nicely.
Black people, seeing that they’re black were shit stirring. They went:
Seeing that you guys wont be familiar with Black terminology (since they tend to invent their own language, I’ll translate)
Black group 1: OOHH, IS HE GETTING RUDE NOW DOE? IS HE GETTING RUUUUUUDDDDEEEE!?” (is he getting rude now?)
Black dude number 2: Ahh BLOOD, he’s bare rude u kno, what he chattin abaaaaaaatttttt. (Ahh, dude, He’s really rude you know, what’s he talking about?)
Hoodie Boy: Is this your house numba? (is this your house?)
WingMan: No, but its my friends house. *you can tell that my friend is still sober, cause he’s still civilized)
Hoodie: well den.
WingMan: can you leave, Please.
Black group 1: OOH BRUV, HE’S GETTING BARE RUDE.
CT steps in and holds Black group 1 out while Hoodie boy and wingman was still squaring off.
CT: WingMan, go upstairs, I’ll handle this.
None of our lot (wingman, Wing girl, Tallboy, comfort, ) was there to witness this, but apparently CT told hoodie boy to never go back to his house ever again. He’s one of them people that got invited to the party because he knew one person, and the person knew another.
Hoodie Boy is apparently the little brother of some crazy black guy who stabs people. He stabs people too apparently. Thank fuck im still alive.
December 2, 2008
December 2, 2008
Has something so inspiring ever kicked you in the ass so hard that it made you taste your food from yesterday? Something that you read, saw, felt or experienced. That's what im going on about.
This is the real shit. Not some Disney fuck that you watch where everything goes in the way of the damn prince and her fucktard army of twats. (I like disney films though.) Life doesnt always turn out the way you planned it. Which is why recently ive experienced such a change into my perspective.
Ive been reading 'I hope they serve beer in hell'. Which is a sort of biography- or compilation of stories (more like field reports) of a guy Named Tucker Max and his fiasco's underlying his lays and approaches. ive constantly found myself laughing so hard by myself that it started to annoy other people. If there was a book that i'd read over and over- this would be it. No, not the Top Gear book not "101 things to do before you die" or the shitty new harry potter book. This is the type of book that entertains you, informative and can be very influential in some aspects.
This guy is a complete asshole. and he does this because he is drunk 98% of the time of his female encounters in the book. He is an absoloute inspiration, and im getting goosebumps at the surge that im experiencing at the moment. The book shows that even though you should be the most polite, civilized and law-abiding person around, you can turn the tides and be a fucktard. and STILL finish first. (he is a law graduate. hence why Civilized was a description. Yes, He did graduate.)
This changes my whole perception in life. Finding out about the community was like my Left eye being opened. Reading that book is like Opening my right.
It made me realise that my perspective of aiming for an LTR wouldnt work. From now on, instead of getting to know the chick, im gonna go through all sarging phases. im out to Fuck. Then i'll decide if im gonna keep the bitch, or turn her into booty call.
Lets face it, Logistics isnt playing nice to me at the moment. The Love planet and all that crap isnt smiling at me either, they're playing fucking hide and seek. I'd get IoI's, but i'd later find out that the girl is an emotional fuck.
Screw College. i have to endure only a few months with the chick anyways if she's a mental fucktard. (College is like Undergrad.) Aim for high caliber women Sin, Fuck it. im Fucking anything that's above a 7 on my scale, (that's still pretty steep)
The title 'Pimp' that all my acquaintances have passed onto me shall now be accepted instead of being brushed away to the side like a vegetarian would to the ham in a pizza. If you call me a pimp, i'll damn live up to the fucking name. and you wont regret it.
Screw it. That smirk on my face will always be there. There is no one bitch that would be able to scrape that outta my face. if she doesnt like me, Fuck her. She can go suck her own dick. if she's a boring fuck, i'll fuck her anyways.
Im out of words to say, and this was just pouring what im thinking of at the moment. i have more to write, but you reading this last line either means you're lazy, or you've just read through what has been running in my mind for the past 10 minutes.
Has something so inspiring ever kicked you in the ass so hard that it made you taste your food from yesterday? Something that you read, saw, felt or experienced. That's what im going on about.
This is the real shit. Not some Disney fuck that you watch where everything goes in the way of the damn prince and her fucktard army of twats. (I like disney films though.) Life doesnt always turn out the way you planned it. Which is why recently ive experienced such a change into my perspective.
Ive been reading 'I hope they serve beer in hell'. Which is a sort of biography- or compilation of stories (more like field reports) of a guy Named Tucker Max and his fiasco's underlying his lays and approaches. ive constantly found myself laughing so hard by myself that it started to annoy other people. If there was a book that i'd read over and over- this would be it. No, not the Top Gear book not "101 things to do before you die" or the shitty new harry potter book. This is the type of book that entertains you, informative and can be very influential in some aspects.
This guy is a complete asshole. and he does this because he is drunk 98% of the time of his female encounters in the book. He is an absoloute inspiration, and im getting goosebumps at the surge that im experiencing at the moment. The book shows that even though you should be the most polite, civilized and law-abiding person around, you can turn the tides and be a fucktard. and STILL finish first. (he is a law graduate. hence why Civilized was a description. Yes, He did graduate.)
This changes my whole perception in life. Finding out about the community was like my Left eye being opened. Reading that book is like Opening my right.
It made me realise that my perspective of aiming for an LTR wouldnt work. From now on, instead of getting to know the chick, im gonna go through all sarging phases. im out to Fuck. Then i'll decide if im gonna keep the bitch, or turn her into booty call.
Lets face it, Logistics isnt playing nice to me at the moment. The Love planet and all that crap isnt smiling at me either, they're playing fucking hide and seek. I'd get IoI's, but i'd later find out that the girl is an emotional fuck.
Screw College. i have to endure only a few months with the chick anyways if she's a mental fucktard. (College is like Undergrad.) Aim for high caliber women Sin, Fuck it. im Fucking anything that's above a 7 on my scale, (that's still pretty steep)
The title 'Pimp' that all my acquaintances have passed onto me shall now be accepted instead of being brushed away to the side like a vegetarian would to the ham in a pizza. If you call me a pimp, i'll damn live up to the fucking name. and you wont regret it.
Screw it. That smirk on my face will always be there. There is no one bitch that would be able to scrape that outta my face. if she doesnt like me, Fuck her. She can go suck her own dick. if she's a boring fuck, i'll fuck her anyways.
Im out of words to say, and this was just pouring what im thinking of at the moment. i have more to write, but you reading this last line either means you're lazy, or you've just read through what has been running in my mind for the past 10 minutes.
November 23, 2008
My Birthday. wooh.
i had a balloon saying "Happy 18th bday" tied to my wrist, and a gigantic Badge that said "happy birthday" on me. Peacock much?
We went to Nando's (Mexican restaurant) and there was a chick that worked there, i thought she was cute, and she was at the condiment bar.
i walked over and grabbed knives and forks- she said:
HB: Happy Birthday.
Me: Oh hello. and thanks!
*walked off* i figured i dont want to be too forward. hired guns are complicated bastards. plus she was probably trained to do that.
I had to walk back to the condiment bar, i needed straws. it wasnt even a reason to talk to her, but i couldnt find it. i talked to her again:
"S'cuse me Young lady-that-works-here, do you know where i can find some straws?"
She looked over to where the straws where and smiled at me.
"Ah, that's wicked. i didnt even need to bother you for that long, you should get promoted."
She laughed.
"Thanks ehrm... " *wheels her around for her name tag* Ro...sie. ah, thanks rosie.
and i made my way back.
my mate asked for some cream salad thing. had to go back there. didnt initiate convo. it wudve gottenf reaky. she didnt see me either. i think she didnt. not sure. there were other people around.
as we were eating, she went to our table and checked for ketchup, she asked:
HB: are you still using the ketchup?
Me: no, were just casually staring at it.
She didnt hear it, and shrugged it off instead and walked away. i got well burned by my friends, didnt care. i'll n-close this hired gun. i had a few eye contacts+ smiles coming from her as i was eating. rather awkward cause i was stuffing my face with chicken wings. lol!
before we left, she was at the condiment bar again, i told her: "
You seem like an intresting person, *gets phone out*
HB: wait- wha...
Me: what?
HB: Nothing, go on.
Me: No seriously, what is it? *smiles*
HB: Nothing *Smiles* Continue.
Me: right, well i think you're an intresting person, what's your number?
HB: that's the thing.. i actually dont know my number..
(at this point i think, Shit. she's either retarded or this is just a way of rejecting me, bastard hired guns)
Me: haha... but you do msn dont you?
HB: yeah of course!
Me: right what is it? its not something embarrassing like "Lil-rosie ere 2k8" (makes gang sign) is it?
HB: haha no! but its really long and confusing.
Me: Try me.
HB: right its Rosie-blablabla shitty shitty bang bang. (Cant remember dont ask)
Me: okay, screw that, you type it in my phone.
HB: i dont know how to do it! its too long!
Me: get a pen and paper then! you work here! this is your Territory! Right you go get a pen while i do your job, go on, run along!
HB: i got to pretend like im doing work...
Me: dont worry, dont worry!
HB: i havent got one around though! why dont you write your number down on that napkin instead..
Me: you got a pen? guess not. *looks over the nearest table and asks THEM for a pen. She laughs. they laugh.
(heads over to the other HB at the till, HB 7.)
(insert random crap over here)
Me: right, i dont usually give out my number to random people that ive never met before.....
Her: *Shocked+smiley face*
Me: right here's my number, and you dont even know my name now do you? have a guess at what my name is.
Her: Hmm... Tom?
Me: do i honestly look like a tom? do you ACTUALLY believe that i look like a TOM? (this was said in a CnF manner, and she was laughing, so shut it. )
me: (showing her the napkin) right, this is my number, and what's that over there? yes, my name is Sinful (said my real name, dw) well done. anyways im gone, laters laters.
the cute waitress at the till walked past and i smoothly asked if she had pockets (cause she was carrying something) and slid the pen there.
went off afterwards.
Not too sure, she hasnt contacted me or anything. thoughts?
i had a balloon saying "Happy 18th bday" tied to my wrist, and a gigantic Badge that said "happy birthday" on me. Peacock much?
We went to Nando's (Mexican restaurant) and there was a chick that worked there, i thought she was cute, and she was at the condiment bar.
i walked over and grabbed knives and forks- she said:
HB: Happy Birthday.
Me: Oh hello. and thanks!
*walked off* i figured i dont want to be too forward. hired guns are complicated bastards. plus she was probably trained to do that.
I had to walk back to the condiment bar, i needed straws. it wasnt even a reason to talk to her, but i couldnt find it. i talked to her again:
"S'cuse me Young lady-that-works-here, do you know where i can find some straws?"
She looked over to where the straws where and smiled at me.
"Ah, that's wicked. i didnt even need to bother you for that long, you should get promoted."
She laughed.
"Thanks ehrm... " *wheels her around for her name tag* Ro...sie. ah, thanks rosie.
and i made my way back.
my mate asked for some cream salad thing. had to go back there. didnt initiate convo. it wudve gottenf reaky. she didnt see me either. i think she didnt. not sure. there were other people around.
as we were eating, she went to our table and checked for ketchup, she asked:
HB: are you still using the ketchup?
Me: no, were just casually staring at it.
She didnt hear it, and shrugged it off instead and walked away. i got well burned by my friends, didnt care. i'll n-close this hired gun. i had a few eye contacts+ smiles coming from her as i was eating. rather awkward cause i was stuffing my face with chicken wings. lol!
before we left, she was at the condiment bar again, i told her: "
You seem like an intresting person, *gets phone out*
HB: wait- wha...
Me: what?
HB: Nothing, go on.
Me: No seriously, what is it? *smiles*
HB: Nothing *Smiles* Continue.
Me: right, well i think you're an intresting person, what's your number?
HB: that's the thing.. i actually dont know my number..
(at this point i think, Shit. she's either retarded or this is just a way of rejecting me, bastard hired guns)
Me: haha... but you do msn dont you?
HB: yeah of course!
Me: right what is it? its not something embarrassing like "Lil-rosie ere 2k8" (makes gang sign) is it?
HB: haha no! but its really long and confusing.
Me: Try me.
HB: right its Rosie-blablabla shitty shitty bang bang. (Cant remember dont ask)
Me: okay, screw that, you type it in my phone.
HB: i dont know how to do it! its too long!
Me: get a pen and paper then! you work here! this is your Territory! Right you go get a pen while i do your job, go on, run along!
HB: i got to pretend like im doing work...
Me: dont worry, dont worry!
HB: i havent got one around though! why dont you write your number down on that napkin instead..
Me: you got a pen? guess not. *looks over the nearest table and asks THEM for a pen. She laughs. they laugh.
(heads over to the other HB at the till, HB 7.)
(insert random crap over here)
Me: right, i dont usually give out my number to random people that ive never met before.....
Her: *Shocked+smiley face*
Me: right here's my number, and you dont even know my name now do you? have a guess at what my name is.
Her: Hmm... Tom?
Me: do i honestly look like a tom? do you ACTUALLY believe that i look like a TOM? (this was said in a CnF manner, and she was laughing, so shut it. )
me: (showing her the napkin) right, this is my number, and what's that over there? yes, my name is Sinful (said my real name, dw) well done. anyways im gone, laters laters.
the cute waitress at the till walked past and i smoothly asked if she had pockets (cause she was carrying something) and slid the pen there.
went off afterwards.
Not too sure, she hasnt contacted me or anything. thoughts?
November 22, 2008
there was this chick dressed as an Elf outside where i worked, she looks cute, i was going to open, but my manager was around,and i cant really slack off and talk to outsiders and shit. its really busy in starbucks! this has come to my attention as well, i cant GAME and work at the same time. sucks ass. there's this chick that i wanna game too, but she works with me, and i wont really have time for that!
I had this thing with a girl as well, she smiled- but i forgot i was on my break. In starbucks, a smile is usually a gesture of politeness, when im outside, its a frickin IoI. got to remember that!
anyways, got off the bus. and i noticed that i obtained a blister on my right foot.
Great. i also noticed that my right ass cheek was fucking numb. i had a fear that i got stabbed by some sedative, and that my right ass cheek is going to fall off. and i noticed this AS i was crossing the road, so imagine me groping myself in the middle of the road and tapping my foot (cause i was making sure i could feel something in that leg) before realising that i look like a right mug.
Also: i turn 18 in two hours. im already imagining myself going into a PROPER club for the first time, not freezing out, but being aware of the changes from an underage club, to a PROPER club. alongside 1000000 AMOGS and shit.
Good stuff, prepared to take it head on. that 'smirk' on my face is plastered already.
I had this thing with a girl as well, she smiled- but i forgot i was on my break. In starbucks, a smile is usually a gesture of politeness, when im outside, its a frickin IoI. got to remember that!
anyways, got off the bus. and i noticed that i obtained a blister on my right foot.
Great. i also noticed that my right ass cheek was fucking numb. i had a fear that i got stabbed by some sedative, and that my right ass cheek is going to fall off. and i noticed this AS i was crossing the road, so imagine me groping myself in the middle of the road and tapping my foot (cause i was making sure i could feel something in that leg) before realising that i look like a right mug.
Also: i turn 18 in two hours. im already imagining myself going into a PROPER club for the first time, not freezing out, but being aware of the changes from an underage club, to a PROPER club. alongside 1000000 AMOGS and shit.
Good stuff, prepared to take it head on. that 'smirk' on my face is plastered already.
november 18,2008
today was rather odd. i was being nice to shirley (which i RARELY do) and she was being nice back. then we reverted to our old ways (insulting each other like children lol)
i was trying to kiss her without actually forcing her to- if that makes sense. she said at one point "Im not going to kiss you on the lips."
and i replied with: "Why would i want a kiss from you? *rolls eyes*"
Her: too late, already done it 2 nights ago.
Me: that's allright, u werent that good anyways.
Her: *shocked face* well you werent that good as well!
Me: i'll live. dont worry.
Her: *shocked impression*
i think she just doesnt wanna kiss me on the lips because she has a spot near her lips, and it makes her feel awkward. (i think, not sure. dont really care)
im not dying or anything. just taking things as it goes. dont really care. i could lose this chick, and it wont change a thing.
i was trying to kiss her without actually forcing her to- if that makes sense. she said at one point "Im not going to kiss you on the lips."
and i replied with: "Why would i want a kiss from you? *rolls eyes*"
Her: too late, already done it 2 nights ago.
Me: that's allright, u werent that good anyways.
Her: *shocked face* well you werent that good as well!
Me: i'll live. dont worry.
Her: *shocked impression*
i think she just doesnt wanna kiss me on the lips because she has a spot near her lips, and it makes her feel awkward. (i think, not sure. dont really care)
im not dying or anything. just taking things as it goes. dont really care. i could lose this chick, and it wont change a thing.
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