i've been overly conflicted lately with boys and drunkenness.

dx won't stop throwing this seven-foot-19-year-old-virgin in my lap. awkward. nice kid. too underexposed. part of me just wants to be nice and just be uninterested, but part of me wants to break ((not fuck)) him a little... i would consider it a character building exercise.

then there's the piercer that i haven't decided if i'm falling for, or if i'm just enjoying the affection... and he likes THE BOOKS! BUT... he claims he "doesn't do oral."

le sigh.

it took over a year to break homeboy of that shit. disappointed5000.

i can't help but notice homeboy's increased interest in me that just happens to coincide with his ex's new relationship. in addition to excessive tension, pride, and egos, imagining why i still submit still isn't as scary as walking away.

it's possible, even likely, that wednesday's arguement was me being a drunken bitch. but i can't help but wonder if he was just being a dick to rebuild his ego from the night prior's scuffle. with even more frustration, i don't even know how to talk to him about it.

wow, total downer5000.

in happier news...

i'm waiting for my mexican pizza to finish baking so it can compliment my mondavi pinot noir... it was on sale... both of them.

FUCk! apparently i'm supposed to be writing a paper on structural functionalism.

balls to the rest of tonight. but salute!