(Sunday, March 06, 2005)
her name is cassie wednesday. because her name is cassie and i met her on a cold wednesday evening. also, she smells like wednesday. wednesday smells like rain.
a few months after i got to know cassie, john convinced me that tonight will be the night to remember cause he's going to zoukfest to party. none of my business and utter gibberish. i finally managed to gather all my courage i have and told her i have feelings for her. her only reply was oh shit, really? then followed by, haha, what took you so long? my balls fell out when she said really.
i drove her back and she asked me whether i want coffee. i'm caffeine intollerant so i said not. i had wine instead. halfway through the Pinot Noir at the balcony;
isn't this for your friend's wedding dinner or something? oh crap! guess she'll need to get a bottle herself now. finish up, i still got another bottle in my car. i had to leave after 1 and a half bottle of Pinot Noir cause it's kicking in pretty hard while incubus' summer romance was playing at the background. i gave her an awkward goodbye and next thing i know, we were kissing each other lustfully. she thinks it's chemistry. i think it's the wine. she gave me a friendly twack, i still think it's the wine. no worries, i still have another box in my room.
cassie, sleep well honey.
1:29 AM
that fucking traitor
liEw, 18 and since 2002, 270lbs, 5ft, brazilian chinese russian icelander hybrid, black eyes, short black hair, racist, antisocial, semi-alcoholic, ignorant, exhales profanity, black-poetry fanatic
