Archive for August, 2002

Our First Night in North Platte

9 years ago
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is one of the bass guitarists for Sinikil. I was thrilled to see them practice. I didn’t let that on because I was still upset with . The practice kicked ass. even liked it. They sounded a helluva lot better live.

After it was over, me, Jess, , Erick, Bryan, Devin and John stood in between me and Erick’s cars goofing off and talking for over three hours. Bryan and John brought up cybersex. Erick and I exchanged an awkward glance. It made us squirm like a motherfucker.

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The First Time I Met Erick (IRL)

9 years ago
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said, “Here he comes.” While was walking toward us I parked my hoopty and the butterflies hit me like a ton of bricks. I kept my head down while I was frantically searching for my cigarettes. I was so nervous I’m surprised that I didn’t start hyper-ventilating. He came to my window. He was surprised we were so early. He told me that he had to finish his closing duties. He was even hotter in person. I wanted to kiss him, but we had broken up about a week before my trip. We waited in the car while he was finishing up.

I was finally starting to calm down when he came back to my car. We stood outside and talked and hugged. It was obvious we were both feeling awkward but that didn’t last too long. I got him to show me the two tattoos on his chest that I had seen so many times on cam. I really just wanted to scope his chest, but he didn’t need to know that.

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On the Road Again

9 years ago
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, , and I embarked on a 600 mile journey to meet on August 2nd. The ride was very long, but it was . Tori tied her bra to the antenna, so it was flapping around the whole time. People gave us odd looks, but we didn’t really care. We liked the attention and it wasn’t like we would ever see those people again. Kansas was pretty damned boring. We kept cracking Wizard of Oz jokes, which is a requirement when driving through that state.

On the long stretches of highway with nothing in sight but miles of wheat or cornfields we sang to the only tape that would play on my ghetto-fabulous car radio; Lee Greenwood’s greatest hits. It wouldn’t even pick up radio stations. We probably heard that tape 100 times to and from Nebraska. If a car happened to pass we would wave at them like madwomen. What was odd was everyone waved back. I guess it’s a country thing. If we did that in Tulsa we’d get the American sign for “fuck you” from most.

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The Winds of Change

9 years ago
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It amazes me how quickly things can change. There have been several changes in my life.

First of all, I don’t see anymore and I haven’t in over eight months. I had a January 20th of this year. It was his child. I had left messages with his mother that I was pregnant and he never called. Then when I was at the hospital, after the , I had Jessica and Carah call her and tell her what was going on. Apparently, she didn’t care. She probably thought I was lying about the whole thing anyway. All I can say is good riddance to her and her son. Fuck them both!

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