My trip home, and my day back.

Been a couple of days. My mother’s birthday was on Tuesday so I hopped a train home early Monday to celebrate it with her, just got back last night. I was quite busy. Monday night I ran into my old high school history teacher, who was my age when I was in my senior year. I was at a bar, having a beer and I felt a hand on my back and someone asking if it was me. I turned around and there was Mr. Robinson, Carl; as I used to call him. Thrilled, to say the least, we moved to a booth, and talked for awhile. Now, I dont usually get drunk very quickly at all, but when we sat down we moved from beer onto double shots of Jack. By my fourth shot, I was kind of wasted, and Carl was now sitting next to me, rather then in the seat across from me. His arm was around me and my hand was on his thigh. I asked him to come back to my place, then realized I was staying at my parents house. Next thing I knew, we were in his car, on the way back to his house. We pulled into his driveway, and as soon as he put the car in park, I couldnt keep my hands off of him, we almost didnt make it into the house. Finally, we got inside, got undressed, got into bed, and the rest goes from there... for awhile. I woke up to my mother calling me, and Carl was still lying in bed next to me, which was actually pretty nice for once. We looked at each other and started laughing. I fucked my old teacher, its still ironic to me. We had horrible sexual tension between us my whole senior year, and we only made out a couple times, among little other things, but never had sex. On the cab ride home, I was thinking about it and how I could check that off on my list of unfinished business. Thats the most excited thing that happened during my stay. Being at home drives me crazy, and I wont ever regret moving out the week after I graduated. My family is fucking nuts, all they do is scream, they dont talk, they scream, and when they are actually fighting, its like the gods thunders. Very ridiculous. I was so stressed out by the time I left yesterday, that I had the cab stop at Carls on the way to the station for a quicky to get my aggression out. I had the cab wait outside, and we fucked against the wall next to the front door. I was in and out just like that, and thankfully on my way back home.

When I got back to work today, there was so much fucking filing I had to do. I dont understand why they just cant put away at least one or two while I'm out, instead of leaving it piling up on my desk. My hands are full of paper cuts. Amador was excited to see me, he pulled me into the mail room as I was walking back into the building from my lunch break. It scared the shit out of me. He held me and kept kissing my neck telling me that he missed me, whatever that means, I was only gone for a couple of damn days. He can be way to clingy sometimes. I couldnt have been in there for more than like a minute and he already had his hand up my bra and his other hand in my panties. I wasnt really in the mood, but the thing about Amador is that he knows exactly what I like, so he works his magic whenever he can. I let him get me off though, and when he was done, I adjusted my clothes and went back to work. I wonder how blue his balls must of gotten.

Tonight, me, Sarah, and Roberta are going to have a strictly girls night. We've all been so busy lately, we havent had time for each other. We're cleaning the house, doing each others hair and makeup, something that we do, I do Sarahs, she does Robertas, and Robertas does mine, its fun and less stressful. Then we're going out and getting hammered, picking up some Taco Bell, another thing we do, its just so damn good, and coming home and watching a movie until we all pass out on the couches.


A disclaimer to my very few readers: I understand that I have alot of sex, and fool around alot. I am on birth control and always use a condom, so I'm safe, dont worry. I very very very rarely pick up guys from bars or the like and fuck them, and I get tested very frequently for the off chance that I got too wasted and picked a loser. Which, really, never happens. I'm just a sexual person, and always have been, I'm very secure with my body and myself. I just dont want to leave a lasting impression that I may seem like a slut, and go around fucking everything that moves, because I don't.

YAudry Killjoy

Introduction Speech/My Life Story Part 0.5

Where to begin... I just spent like 4 hours making this thing and messing with the layouts html. I'm not sure if I can do that, but thank god for my obsession of computers and making websites at 14 or I would never be able to figure that shit out.

I work at a very shitty law firm as a secritary. I file papers, answer phones, and secretly cause mischeif. I have been there for almost 9 months. I will blantly say that I have a booty call that works as the mail clerk. No one knows, not even my bestest of friends. I am saying this now just because I know none of my friends will ever 'just happen to stumble' upon this 'blog'. Anyways, off yet on topic, his name is Amador. Its a funny name in my opinion, I laugh when I hear it sometimes. During a steamy makeout session one time, he told me that it meant 'lover', which I thought was oddly ironic. He is spanish, and has the nicest body I have ever seen...in my life. Also, he is gorgeous, dark hair, tan skin, dark eyes, big dick, ya know. He sounds pretty perfect, but he's too much like me, and I dont want a relationship with him. The feeling is mutal and I am glad. We 'do it' when we feel like it. Its fun, maybe because its such a secret. Had to get that out, sorry.

Lets see...... I live for basically free (only paying bills, no rent) because one of my roomates, Sarahs dad is loaded, and bought the house for her. The cool this is that I've known her since we were in 2nd grade, so I was the obvious choice to move in with her, and then she put out an ad for two more roomates. We went through interviews to find the perfect two, and finally we picked. The winners were a girl named Roberta, and a boy named Seth. Roberta came from a very strict catholic family in Kansas, she is nothing like that though. They disowned her when they found out she was pregnant and had it 'taken care of'. She moved to New York to 'find a new life', as does everyone, and had no money and was super desprete to find a place to live. Naturally, how can we say no. She was pretty, liked to drink, and was fun. Perfect. Seth on the other hand, is a piece of work. He is all artsy, and dresses fancy...always. The greatest thing about him is that he deals pot. He smoked 2 joints with us when we first met him. We had to say yes. He's cute too, and really nice, so not a pain to live with. Plus! He has a bunch of funky furniture, and alot of TV's and crap like that. When we told them they didnt have to pay rent, they flipped a shit. Roberta started bawling and Seth just was speechless. I took a picture of their reactions and currently it is framed and hanging in the guest bathroom. :)

Hmm, thats it for now I guess. I wrote alot. Right now I'm writing to no one. :( Which soon will change!! I hope someone reads this!

YAudry Killjoy

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YAudry Killjoy