what the fuck happened
2003-01-12 ~ 7:05 a.m.

apparently i passed out...

and there was confusion about the ceiling when i woke up...

you know it is badness when the last thing you recall is getting home sometime around 2-ish...?

letting the dogs out...getting partially undressed...lost the shirt but still had my boots on...

then waking up hours later wondering what the fuck happened.

seriously....what the fuck happened? when the fuck did little karla come home?

?

and i am still laughing.

motherfuckers.

and my head is pounding becaue i have not been this drunk in years....shhhh, don't tell.

i am a terrible mother...i left my dogs outside and it is snowing...for hours, passed out.

but the house of (k)carla's did not mean to be home wreckers.

-welcome to the house of (k)carla's-

it was just a dance floor and booze and music that led to such obscenities.

and she leans over and whispers that she is distracted...and i ask, oh so innocently, what the cause of the distraction is....and she says it is me.

and so we dance and there is groping under the table with the girlfriend standing right there...but now i don't feel bad because well...

it seems her girlfriend was kissing my roommate on the dance floor.

well then. we are homewreckers. come on over to our place.

and michael was coaching me...because it has been that long. ?

yeah, well fuck me...i thought she was cute and i am sexually frustrated and floating in alcohol. and i might normally have more respect for whatever said relationship she is in...

but no. karla and i were not feeling respectful.

there were fingers on a seam...tracing and grasping. tongues meeting in the throng of dancers...the minutes her girlfriend was there and i moved my hand and she pulled it back and dug it in...and i just realized that, nevermind...wow, suddenly it is all coming back to me. oh my god. stop it from coming back to me.

but mainly, she watched my eyes...and as i sit here and process, there was something odd about that. the way she looked at me and i know i don't know her...but she seemed somehow familiar.

it was interesting to not have to pursue, to not have to initiate and instigate. i have gotten immensely tired and jaded about that. besides, hell could freeze over before i ever told you how i really feel or what i really want. i have a distinct history of making it all about "you"...and in all of my training i was never once submissive. how funny.

and for future advice...apparently, i cannot be introduced to your friends...any friends.

and who did i see but shayla?! hell yes! she came out on the dance floor to say hi and we chatted and exchanged numbers...good old fashioned real lesbians. finally. we need more of those.

so then i looked up and there was comrade and it was time to go...

and now i am awake, several hours after returning home...and i am still awake and wondering about sleep because i am obviously not sober enough to be awake. i am still laughing.

that down comforter is the best morherfucking thing in the world...especially when you have no idea where you lost your shirt.

but shan says my nipples can be pierced...and he would know. cause i sure enough showed him. and yes, i am aware that he is not the piercer. i am also aware that i need help.

here is an idea...the next time carla bares her breast and has a tryst with an involved woman whose girlfeiend is kissing little karla on the dance floor...

it is probably time to go...

back to our place!!!

and yes...we are nekkid 99% of the time, motherfuckers!!!

my guilt is vanquished thanks to little karla...and i can sleep peacefully thinking about doing naughty things....with your friends.

i love you, i really do.

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