First Love

I’m beginning to lose interest in the things that have already happened to me and have started thinking only of what I’m going to do. I guess that’s part of growing up (I’m doing that as slowly as possible). But I do want to record certain things so that when I’m old and feeble-minded, I’ll have a reference. What’s the point of living a life that you can’t remember?

Beer Run

The first time I skipped school to have fun, I was in the first half of my sophomore year. There was a guy named D. that drove my brother and I to school in this really huge and ugly station wagon. We called it “The Hearse”. It got about 8 miles to the gallon, so instead of spending our lunch money as we were supposed to, we gave it to D. for gas money. As ugly as The Hearse was, it was still better to drive to school rather than riding the bus with the rest of the geeks.

Prom Night

In an earlier post, I mentioned that I stole my prom dress. This reminded me of my prom and I thought it would make a nice story.

Overdose

This is a pretty gritty subject, and I will have to tell you one of the things that I am truly ashamed of, but it’s still one of the more interesting things that happened to me, and it’s all about the truth here, right?

Shoplifting Sprees

When I was seventeen years old, I went through a phase where I stole shit. I never stole from people, just stores. And I was pretty damn good at it, if I do say so myself. I owe a lot of my booty to an old brown corduroy jacket I got at a yard sale for a dollar. I loved that jacket. It was a men’s suit jacket (it went with my grunge look at the time) so it was a little big on me and the sleeves covered most of my hands. Perfect for shopping…five-finger-style.

A Story

I want to tell a story. Most of my stories so far have been about Cancun. I will continue to give you lots of stories about Cancun because it was one of the most interesting experiences I’ve had. Before that, it was the Crackhouse. I’m not going to tell a Crackhouse story, though. I will fill you in later about the origin of the name and all that, but I’ve got another story to tell.

Sticky Situation

I got another Cancun story for you. It also involves being drunk, as do most of my Cancun stories. I was drunk almost every day for 2 years. Not a good way to live your life, but at the time, it was the only thing I had to keep me going.

Hobnobbin’

Originally posted December 6, 2007.

I had a most interesting evening. Last night, my guy took me to the Plaza Athénée to meet Brett Ratner and Allen Hughes. My guy has done business with Allen and has been hanging out with him and Brett since their arrival in Paris. I was invited along last night.

Sex, Drugs, Etc.

I noticed that when I tagged a post with the word SEX, I got more hits than from any other post. It makes sense. Sex is important to people. But what exactly do people expect to see when they search for sex? When I searched myself, I didn’t see anything other than posts with the vague mention of sex. Nothing gooey. Nothing nasty. But, I didn’t search too far and I can’t read the foreign language blogs, so I could be wrong. I know if I searched for blogs about sex, I would want juicy details. Or maybe not. Sex is a complicated beast. So, here for your viewing pleasure, is another sex-y post…

Ghost Story

Okay, so here’s my ghost story.