Addicted

You lean back so casually and kiss me on the lips. You taste like parma violets and candy corn. I hear a gasp, and then feel your laughter as you look over to your friend. Hadn't you told anyone? Although I suppose they should've guessed, we've been arm in arm for the past three hours. Did you know your hair smells like butter cream? It feels like feathers, too. Every now and then I place my fingers over your chest, check your heart's still beating, and a smile creeps across my lips as I feel your pulse pick up. Does my touch send fire through your skin? Because your touch makes me come alive. I thank you without words, and bury my face into your neck, breathing in your store-bought scent and something much sweeter underneath. Desire. I know your hair's long enough to conceal my lips as I kiss your quickened pulse, and I know everyone else is too interested in the t.v to see your hand snake around to run through my hair. With a sheepish noise I have to pull away; Paranoia overcomes everything, and I know your friends are accepting, but do they really want to see that?

We'll fall asleep long after everyone else, tangled in each others arms, panting gently, silent laughter shaking our bodies. I'll whisper to you that I'm scared. You'll tell me you feel the same. We're both scared that when we wake up in the morning, everything will be back to normal, everything will be back to how it was before you called me, crying, at three am. Our secret hope is that, even if one day we do wake up, the memory of this will last long enough for it to happen again. But we won't bother with waking up now. We're in too deep, far too much addicted, to even think of giving up the needle.

Cynics are overrated (aka Meet the Family)

I have a fucking bite mark the size of a small country on my hand, and it's itchy. One sec, my iPod's stopped working.... Right, sorted. Well, I was reading through some blogs, and some other shit, and realised how cynical people are being. It's like "Go fuck your mom, it's Christmas!" So yeah. Meet the 'family'...

Numero uno in every situation- My Dad.

Okay, so I saved this picture on my computer as "Twatface", and my greeting for him when he walks in the door is "Piss off, you whore/hooker/slut/donkey-rapist", that doesn't mean I don't love him. I mean, yeah, sometimes I mutter under my breath that he should "go to fucking Hell", like, if he's yelling at me for random shit, but he's my Dad, at the end of the day, and I'm stuck with him (Also, isn't that a fucking awesome picture? Yeah, I took it)

Letter number two, the woman with the answers- Jeni (& Callum)

Callum's a little shithead, who is actually insane. But he's four, and under the influence of me, so what else can you expect? He's my adopted brother/son/nephew/whatever- it's awesome- I get to boss the shit outta him and at the same time playfight with him :') Anyway, yeah. Jeni's like my mom/sister/aunty/fag provider- although not the last one any more, she quit -.- She buys me alcohol but makes sure I drink responsibly, gives me condoms but tells me to be safe, and would batter the shit outta anyone who wants to cross me- She's awesome.

I don't have any brothers or sisters or anything, and rarely talk to my aunts/uncles/cousins/whatever, so finally we have....

The best friends in the whole fucking world (:

Okay, so we've had fall-outs, and punch-ups, bad words and tears, but we've also had "mash" sessions, shared the odd drunken night or twenty, and experienced heartaches together. These guys are actually a-fucking-mazing. They probably won't read this (Well, apart from Cody), but they should know that words can't actually describe what I feel. SK, YOU'RE THE BEST!

Lack of sleep

This blue ey'd angel,
strong and true;
Take my heart,
it belongs to you.
Of all the wing'd beings,
it was her I saw;
One kiss from rosey lips,
and I want'd more.
These sins I ask
I understand;
They're tainted tricks,
but please take my hand.
Curs'd angel,
when day turns night;
It's your wings I see,
bath'd in starlight.

Geoffrey Paris is GE-NIUS

"Will somebody answer the fucking phone? Good Lord. Hello? "
"Hey Justin. "
"My name isn't Justin. "
"Hey. It's Aaron. "
"That's great. "
"I can't come out tonight. "
"What? "
"I'm going to see this girl. "
"But I thought we were gonna have an orgy. "
"No. No. Her name is Candy. "
"I don't care what her name is. "
"She's real cute. I gotta go. See ya. "
"What? Oh, hell no. "

I know a girl who's tough but sweet. (More like sour.)
She's so fine she can't be beat.
(I'll fucking beat her.)
She's got everything that I
desire. (Yeah, well she's missing
a few inches.)
Set the summer sun on fire. (I'll light her on fire.)
I want Candy. (Ew.)
I want Candy. (I didn't know you liked the taco.)
I want Candy. (Are you sure it's not Randy?)
I want Candy. (I'll kill that bitch.)
Go to see her when the sun goes
down. (You always told me you were
going to the bathroom.)
Ain't no finer girl in town. (‘Cause she's a slut.)
You're my girl, what the doctor
ordered. (I didn't know you could
have a skank as a prescription.)
So sweet she makes my mouth water.
(‘Cause my cock was in your mouth
last night.)
I want Candy. (Yeah, candy penis.)
I want Candy. (You're gonna smell like fish.)
I want Candy. (Bitch, you're not Willy Wonka.)
I want Candy. (She's just a loose-pussied ho.)
Hey. (What?)
Hey. (What?!)
Hey. (Why do you keep saying hey?)
Hey. (Stop it.)
Hey. (What is this hey?)
Hey. (Stop it.)
Hey. (I will kill you. Shut up.)
Hey.
Candy on the beach, there's nothing
better. (Oh, gag me with a spoon.)
But I like Candy when it's wrapped
in a sweater. (Well, isn't that
kinky?)
Someday soon I'll make you mine. (You're a
cockeye, I don't want you.)
Then I'll have Candy all the time.
(You'll have the smell of fish all
the time.)
I want Candy. (It's not even Halloween.)
I want Candy. (She's not even a real girl.)
I want Candy. (Great. Let's go to
WalMart and get some.)
I want Candy. (Oh, God, we get the point.)
Candy in the morning time. (Ew.)
Candy in the hot sunshine. (Ew.)
Candy, baby, can't you see? (No.)
All I want is your Candy! (Gross.)
Candy in the morning time. (Ew.)
Candy in the hot sunshine. (Ew.)
Candy, baby, can't you see? (No.)
All I want is your Candy!
Hey. (Oh, not again.)
Hey. (Shut up.)
Hey.
All I want is your Candy!
Hey. (Shut up.)
Hey. (I will kill you....I will kill you with my eyeliner)
Hey.
Hey. All I want is your Candy!
(I'll kill that bitch, too!)