Intresting weekend

Went to my bf's house. Everyone got a little drunk, even me which is weird. Played minecraft badly, got (as my BF put's it) "fresh" with everyone, held my boyfriends head as he puked. Had an hour long sex session. Got a little wound on my dick from fucking so long. Slept till noon, didn't really do anything more meaningful than a couple games of magic. Slept, woke up around 7-8 to comfort my bf who poked his eye. About three, we went to a prompt care and found out he scratched his cornea. Ouch. More comfort, including fucking, then home.

I want to expand a little bit. Especially the bit where everyone was drunk. Me and my bf are his room. He says he's not really feeling well. He says he's not really feeling alone in his head. If you don't remember, this was the guy with multiple personalitites. So not "feeling alone" is code for "I think one of the personalities that hasn't been around in like a year is about two feet away from raping your ass." About an hour or two later that pretty much happened. Was worried about it smelling like shit, which it did. So I went to take a shower, he used the same bathroom to puke. Watching him puke was one of the moments I could definatly say I wanted to be as far away from my boyfriend as possible.

Then we went back to his room and he cried. For the first twenty minuets, he cried because a year ago, he passed up a blowjob by some guy drunk enough that he wouldn't care what junk he was sucking. And yea, I would probably be bummed that I passed up a blowjob from a cute guy and/or girl, but the way he cried about it was just, and yes it was probably increased tenfold with the booze, and I really do hate using this word describing someone I care about so much, but the best to describe his reaction is pathatic.

Seeing anyone cry for half an hour doesn't really help a positive image about that person in your mind. That reasoning doesn't warrant that responce in my mind. But what he cried about next was more receptive of crying. He asked me weather or not I would be happy if Jack and Lex and the gang came back. I said I'd be ok with it. He cried that no one was ever happy about them, he wanted someone to be happy about them. The only responce I'd ever given is that I'd be ok with them.

Honestly, I'd be happy to see them, estacatic to hang out with them again after so long. Jack being this rude crude passionate fellow with almost no restrictions. And Lex, the man that strives for infinate chivalry, but in all the times I've seen him, he's infinatly failed making him infinatly awkward and cute. I would love to see thoes guys again, but then again something comes along with them. Instability. It's not really their fault, but I know that passing out becomes more common, memory of whole days doesn't always go into the record books, bouts of crying come out without any reasoning. I like them, I also like having a stable boyfriend, or at least somewhat stable. Which I might not have anyways, after crying about this, right before passing out on the bed. In fact I think he feinted and someone else caught the body before it fell. Someone was in there, looked me in the eye and said with a voice that isn't my boyfriends, "How do feel knowing you are one of the hundreds that's been lied to in the past seven months?" I think I've thought about that one sentence more than anything else this weekend.



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Two whales walk into a bar. The first one says OOOOOOOooooooOOOOOOOooooOOOOO...
The second whale says "Frank, you're fucking drunk."