well the 2:30am meet up yesterday went very oddly. i arrived to find a 5-person party, including me. jenn, mikael, and this couple brendon and sheena or some bullshit. that makes 3 “singles” and a couple. alcohol flowed and the couple decided that it was time to make their graceful “couple” exit. it was quite the song-and-dance. none the less, I made sure to hit on brendon’s girlfriend before they left, hopefully ruining their night. horns will protrude from my scalp one day. Anyways, mikael had been chacing after jenn for a while. I knew it wasn’t going to happen but jenn being the attention whore that she is led mikael to believe that they were destined to be together. obviously you don’t know first hand but mikael is a fucking idiot and needs a potent dose of reality. I’ve tried a handful of times to tell him what the deal is but i dunno. the kid’s a fucking mess.
this all applies to yesterday evening, I suppose, in so much that mikael decided to drink as much as possible (always the best of ideas). i joined him in his penis measuring endeavor but i still fail to see how vomiting and urinating in your pants will impress the vagina-havers of the world.
at this point jenn and i had far too much to drink at mikael’s debauchery gauntlet which left us without the inhibitions that had cuddled us oh so snuggly for a lifetime.
if it had to have a specific moment, i would say the point at which i thoroughly ruined my friendship with mikael and, in turn, began this senseless love affair with jenn, was when i came to reality with my flacid penis draped over jenn’s cum, and vomit, soaked face. no mirrors were in sight but I can still feel the expression on my face.
my swollen cheeks from the alcohol made the smile i wore in my drunken stupor all the more classy and triumphant.
i never liked mikael. we were friends by happenstance and we both knew it.
the right thing would have been to place jenn’s face in mikael’s lap, dress myself and stumble home.
fuck mikael.
this was my night.
as i threw loose pennies from my pocket at mickael’s face to get him to wake up and see the sad state of affairs that had transpired as he had pissed himself and passed out, i realized that i was closing a door. i was closing a door on a friendship that meant nothing. i realized that jenn’s misguided, or true for that matter, emotions/actions had led me to a place that i welcomed.
mikael woke. he attempted to yell and then ran off into a segregated wing of the house that would never tell of his tears and pain that evening.
it was sunday. i got drunk. i got blown (at least i think so). i ruined a shallow friendship.
fuck it. i’ll do pushups for a few a couple weeks in preparation for the confrontation.
“he thinks he’s gonna knock me out? he isn’t goin to knock me out. i’m gonna knock him out”
