come here often??
that seems to be the question of choice from the people at la kueva. at least from the chicks that get all catty and territorial... bitch i do come here often.. i'm famous.. step aside 'fore i push u aside... arg
La mala was grateful that i made her go out on saturday to la kueva. i don't think i sat once... i danced the whole night. I met up with this little ecua that seemed funny as hell.. till he asked mala for her number... and he still doens't understand why i don't want anything with him now... boys are dumb. his friends were sweethearts though... so nice and so not i wanna get into ur pants. The argentino was there... i like this kid too bad i was there with some other guy. i if i was a bitch then i guess i could've just dumped digit man and hung out with him.. but no.. i'm a nice person. i have to stop being nice. really i do.
so digit man finally gets the poine that i'm not going home with him.. or accepting a ride from his friends... or hanging out with him period and leaves. i stay behind with mala at la kueva where yet another ecua comes up to me and says... a ti no te hace falta nada como mujer.. eres perfecta.. or some shit like that.. this is ecuarockero's friend so i say.. preguntale a el que es lo que me falto. so he does. and ecuarockero pulls me aside and we talk. i explain to him how i was a little disappointed at his flakiness. that i thought there was a connection. he apologized and said he was an asshole. and that he was scared. i explained that i didn't want a boyfriend.. and that i thought that at least we could be friends but i didn't even get that from him... well to make a long draga short. (draga = saga/drama). he says he likes me.. but we have to take it slow.. so friendship is what we have. then he kissed me in front of the cute bartenders and one of them commented on the kiss.. i said i thought we were doing the whole friendship thing... and he said we are... um ok :0)
so after that i take mala to our fav. dinner to have breakfast... i think i really have to be drunk or have just busted my ass on queens blvd for the food to taste good... it was ok...
i ended up getting home like around 7am... damn cab driver took forever. i'm super sober. but that's not enough for the woman... she bursts into my room.. what kind of time is this to stroll into the house? someone called u at 5 am... what the hell type of people do u hang out with... and all other sorts of stupid silly accusations about what i had been doing... so it's 7 am and i'm having a fight with my mom when all iwant to do.. is sleep. damn it i even left the club of my own free will.. but not enough for the woman.
so today i'm recovering from the late night... talked digit man and restated that all we can ever be is buddies... i got a phone call from ecuarockero at 9am.. called him back.. and i have to call el argentino...
hmm.. ecuarockero.. oh no.. i'm getting giddy again.. stop it.. he's a rocker guy.. HE'S FLAKY!!!
hehe.. :0)
La mala was grateful that i made her go out on saturday to la kueva. i don't think i sat once... i danced the whole night. I met up with this little ecua that seemed funny as hell.. till he asked mala for her number... and he still doens't understand why i don't want anything with him now... boys are dumb. his friends were sweethearts though... so nice and so not i wanna get into ur pants. The argentino was there... i like this kid too bad i was there with some other guy. i if i was a bitch then i guess i could've just dumped digit man and hung out with him.. but no.. i'm a nice person. i have to stop being nice. really i do.
so digit man finally gets the poine that i'm not going home with him.. or accepting a ride from his friends... or hanging out with him period and leaves. i stay behind with mala at la kueva where yet another ecua comes up to me and says... a ti no te hace falta nada como mujer.. eres perfecta.. or some shit like that.. this is ecuarockero's friend so i say.. preguntale a el que es lo que me falto. so he does. and ecuarockero pulls me aside and we talk. i explain to him how i was a little disappointed at his flakiness. that i thought there was a connection. he apologized and said he was an asshole. and that he was scared. i explained that i didn't want a boyfriend.. and that i thought that at least we could be friends but i didn't even get that from him... well to make a long draga short. (draga = saga/drama). he says he likes me.. but we have to take it slow.. so friendship is what we have. then he kissed me in front of the cute bartenders and one of them commented on the kiss.. i said i thought we were doing the whole friendship thing... and he said we are... um ok :0)
so after that i take mala to our fav. dinner to have breakfast... i think i really have to be drunk or have just busted my ass on queens blvd for the food to taste good... it was ok...
i ended up getting home like around 7am... damn cab driver took forever. i'm super sober. but that's not enough for the woman... she bursts into my room.. what kind of time is this to stroll into the house? someone called u at 5 am... what the hell type of people do u hang out with... and all other sorts of stupid silly accusations about what i had been doing... so it's 7 am and i'm having a fight with my mom when all iwant to do.. is sleep. damn it i even left the club of my own free will.. but not enough for the woman.
so today i'm recovering from the late night... talked digit man and restated that all we can ever be is buddies... i got a phone call from ecuarockero at 9am.. called him back.. and i have to call el argentino...
hmm.. ecuarockero.. oh no.. i'm getting giddy again.. stop it.. he's a rocker guy.. HE'S FLAKY!!!
hehe.. :0)
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