Bad Bad Girl, a Regular Juvinile Delinquent
Monday, September 22, 2003
  Sorry. I've been busy. Not that anyone reads these damn things anyway. Today I was talking online to one of my coworkers when who should IM me? That's right. That teacher guy I told you about. He thanked me for the card I left for him on last Tuesday. You see, It was his birthday and I went to go visit him. We talked but I made no mention of his birthday whatso ever. While he began to put his things in his bag to go home, I sneakily slipped the card on his desk, left to be noticed only after I had left. I know his routine very well, considering I stayed in his room almost everyday after school for a little over a year, so I knew if I left it there, it'd be among the first things he'd see the next day. When we left, he and I walked down the hall together, just talking and making fun of one another. I went into the office with him when he got his coat, as the conversation was still going. There was hardly any students left, since it was about 3:50 and the very last period (used for detention, recreation, or whatever). He walked me to my car, which I thought was pretty nice of him and then he HUGGED ME! *sigh* He hardly ever does things like that! I felt pretty damn special. I got it and watched him cross the street to his car and I drove off. I think I'm in...something. Anyway, he IM'ed me today, thanking me for the card and we talked about school and Movies and just a whole bunch of stuff. I asked him how his birthday was and apparently it was pretty nice. He had to go though, he had to go pick up a present for his niece or something. He asked me if I knew what 10 year old girls liked. I told him anything she'd see a teenager wear. We all know how that works.  
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
  Can't stay too long. I had work all week. Today my ex tried to make a scene at my job. He just came in and started making a specticle of himself. I think he was drunk. Anyway, my manager became my hero and got security to take him away. He's actually been kind of sweet to me lately. Treating me like a human and just kind of looking out for me. I know we've had our disagreements, but I think he was just putting up a defense. See, his wife left him after 3 years of marriage. She divorced him and ran off with some dumb jerk. She and her Jerk moved to Arizona. He told me this in small bits and pieces before, but the other night it was pretty much just him and I working and he really opened up to me. I've been carrying on an EMail correspondance with my ex teacher. We've been getting playful, as usual, but now a little more flirty, if you catch my drift. I have to go now, I have classes tomorrow and I am tired. P.S. I strongly recomend the water method, especially if you've had a rough day. Nothing says "relaxation" like a quick orgasm! 
Saturday, September 06, 2003
  Haven't been home to do these blog things. Someone at work abruptly quit so I've been putting a lot of hours in at work. Oh well, at least I'll get paid for it. I did visit my teacher, but he was a little busy and I had to leave shortly after arriving for work anyway. I got an email from him saying he wished he had more time to just talk to me, but it was really nice to see me again. Maybe if I visit again, I can catch him without a handfull of students yellping for help with Gatsby. At least that's what he said. I think I will visit again. He did look very happy to see me, which made my day. Hell, it made my whole month! Oh well, I have to find a good day to go. I miss him already. Man, sometimes I really want to fuck him, but it's more than just that; it's everything. I don't know. I Never really felt anything like this. I'm not even sure what to call it. It's difficult to explain, but I know what it is. If any of you have an idea, find a way to enlighten me, because I really would like to know what these feelings are supposed to mean. 
Her name was Lola, she was a school girl...

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