Biggabaw
I just got back from rehearsal. It wasn't too bad.
Allen called me while I was at rehearsal. Jess told Allen about our escapade. Well, really, he pried it out of her. She didn't really tell him... but he was bothering her. Yes, Allen, we've had *bum bum bum...* oral sex. And you know what? This is my blog. You can piss on my ashes when I'm dead, but right now, I'm gonna put whatever the fuck I want on my blog, is that alright with you? Again, Justin, Jess, you, and myself are the only people who read this blog (that I personally know). Jess and Justin always know what's going on in my life, and I couldn't give a rat's ass what you think.
"Congratulations. He's 14, and you've had sex."
You're such an asshole, Allen. That's it. I don't even have anything else to say... other than that you're a fucking asshole.
"I don't really believe in it myself."
That's so much bullshit, I can't even begin to describe how much of a hypocrite you are.
Hypocritical asshole. Piss me off some more, please.
Jess and I are going to her house after school on Wednesday. I can't wait. At least Jess knows that Allen is a... ugh... well, she's assured me, she knows. I'm glad I can trust her judgement. I'm glad I can trust her. I'm so glad I'm in love with her.
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