July 26, 2003

  • Haven't been into blogging much; still adjusting to the news about Craig and my new job.   Hehe, called Chelle.   The house is really shaping up.   She says she fucked Sayler during a moment of weakness.   I kinda suspected it before but didn't have the heart to so much as drop a hint (like, how he was so totally radically UNDERSTANDING about her rent's being over two months late, etc).   But I couldn't resist saying, now that the truth was out, "Gads, stoop low girl."  


    To which my friend snidely reminded me of the time I succumbed to Rich's advances.   "You gotta admit Rich was total disgust, Tina, trying to french you with a mouthful of puke."


    But at least Rich didn't belch and fart continually while he was screwing me, I pointed out.   Grosso maxo.   "How could you stand it?!"  


    "I dunno," says Chelle, concentrating on her cigarette.   It was time to drop the issue.   I really could dig why she did it, though; the chick's honnie, man.