Slut Heaven

Ew. Disgusting. I can’t believe that I wrote that last post. It was as if some juvenile Asian chola decided to zombify my brain. Nasty. On another note, I didn’t break it off with Jude and decided to let it simmer down by itself. That way, I can still watch National Geographic 8” schlong as much as I please until the next good thing comes along. And to turn the whole situation around, I decided I will stay friends with crazy alien Tevye…although, I haven’t told her myself yet but whatever; she can play Rapunzel for a few more days. Anyway, since my PMS is finally over, I met a new group of handsome and friendly (that's all that it is) boys.

1. I’ve been talking to Zane for a while. And although I told myself to stay away from hipsters, he’s black. (It’s almost like finding Woody Guthrie in your bathroom finger-painting!) Way too cool. I mean, the boy djs with actual turntables that’s not hooked up to some white Mac. So for that, I give him total legit kudos. Plus, he’s totally okay with me tagging along with his interracial group of LA skaters. Way nice.

2. Rafe’s almost like Zane’s twin brother from another planet but Mexican. He’s a raver and promoter so he can totally hook it up. Boy’s even already invited me to Beyond Wonderland! So I’m totally loving this connection. It’s an even nine on the Jezebel factor. Total score. (I even have my fingers crossed for a free EDC!)

3. I don’t know what to think of Firth yet. He’s a supposed 18 year old engaged hippie that thinks Matthew Stone is not an artist and but is in love with the big fires, as well as dance and classic rock music. I love? I hate? I don't know.

4. Boy four has the same real name as my brother but for the sake of my blog, I shall call him Quentin, the 18 year old high school junior. So far, our conversations have been just of his guidance on my next hookah choices. He even made a 10 minute youtube video. Intense...So much so I died of boredom.