Today my mother accused me of ‘flirting with a fourteen year old piece of jailbait’.
And I changed the subject.
And then she started talking about relationship astrology.
And I blew it off.
Thens he started talking about me being cute and guys liking me …
… and I wanted to kick something.
Just fucking scream ‘I’m dating her! I’m dating Andie! We’re fucking dating!’
But I didn’t.
There’s only about a week and a half left until the twenty-fifth.
And I just got inspiration for an awesome anniversary present.
♥
I don’t want to go over my image bandwith again and then have my blog spontaneously combust because I’ve just gotten back in the swing of it.
But I did find a bunch of GLBT [gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender] pictures that I really liked.
Did you know that bisexuals have a pride flag? I didn’t. Most of the time people don’t really like us or we’re overlooked because we’re half homosexual and I guess that means we’re not enough to count or something.
Anyway, here’s the link. It takes you to my LiveJournal.
http://druscilla-way.livejournal.com/19146.html
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Adrienne Armstrong, aka Dru
planning planning
fucking planning
sitting
notes
scribbling
studying
open encyclopedia
notes
scribbling
pen bleeding through paper
screaming
kicking
breaking fingerbones from hitting
the bricks so hard
you’re bleeding
sitting there
and scribbling more and more and more
until suddenly your life
is nothing more than pen on paper
Okay, so I decided to be the world’s biggest fucking idiot.
And listen to Vitamin C’s ‘Graduation (Friends Forever)’.
And … I changed it.
Didn’t stare at the computer. Didn’t mope. Didn’t start to cry. Didn’t regret. Didn’t do much.
I mean, I didn’t fucking chair.
And I still miss high school like you can’t fucking believe.
But I changed the song.
And if you don’t understand how important that is …
you’re either really really lucky …
or really stupid.
Title: Like You Mean It
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 329
Pairing: Billie Joe/Mike
Summary: It’s smut! What kind of summary do you need?
Like You Mean It
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you right back!”
Mike turned away from the door. “What did you say to me?”
Billie was almost in hysterical tears by this point, but pressed on anyway. “Fuck you!”
Mike walked over to the hotel room bed and backhanded his best friend, stumbling backward when Billie’s fist connected with his jaw. Billie’s eyes widened and he let out a small cry when Mike threw himself onto the bed.
There was a moment of punching and kicking, hair pulling and biting, yelling and cursing . . . until finally Billie was staring into Mike’s eyes, head firmly in place due to the handful of his dark hair clutched tightly in his best friend’s hand.
“Fuck you.” Billie muttered, before pulling Mike toward him and pressing their lips together.
Then Mike was on top of him again, pulling off Billie’s shirt and then his own. Next came belts . . . jeans . . .
Until finally they were there . . . naked and vulnerable before the other. Mike’s lip split and Billie with a bruise on the side of his face. Bitten fingernails dug into shoulders. “Hard. Just . . . fuck me like you mean it.”
And he did. Cursing, swearing, moaning, blood rising to the surface of flesh shining with perspiration, soaked hair in lust-filled eyes, hard thrusts nearly to the point of tearing, an almost articulated plea of ’stop’ swallowed as soon his back arched . . .
A yell, cut off by a hand being forced against Billie’s mouth. Loud curses before Mike bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut.
Mike lay on his back after, smoking a cigarette. Billie lay on his side, ignoring the situation and his best friend. Until Mike’s hand caught his and Billie rolled onto his back.
A cigarette slipped between two fingers, moving to bruised lips.
Mike’s fingers traced the star tattoo on Billie’s other hand before intwining their fingers.
And that was good enough.
Mine and Andie’s one month is on the fucking Sabbath!
Mwahahahahahaha!
Take that you fucking Bible thumpers!
“They can change it.”
“They don’t have to give into temptation.”
Fucking Christ, people. Who in their right mind would choose to be gay? Especially in this society where they could get raped, attacked, killed, chatised, harassed, etc. for it. Do you think bi/homosexuals just wake up one morning and say ‘I like the same gender and I want to and I don’t care what people say’? I mean, I’m sure it’s possible. But I think it takes people awhile to get to that point.
Because of you homophobic fuckers!
“Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.”
Lyk, omg, like u all can rhyme? Dude………….
“They’re going to burn in hell!”
Dude, this is hell. Fire, brimstone, rape, murder, God saying it’s okay to hate everyone, people hating others, mother drowning their children, people praising this Bible that’s full of murder and rape and God asking Abraham to kill his kid . . .
Burning in hell is such an empty threat.
“It’s a sin!”
Yeah, come back and talk to me which you’ve realized that WE ALL FUCKING SIN!!!
“The Bible says it’s wrong.”
Okay, this is just getting annoying.
-lights a Bible on fire and throws it at whichever stupid homophobic Christian fundamentalist is closest-
And now there’s all the people saying that I’m sinking to their level.
-shrug-
If sinking to their level is what it takes to get to them–and let’s face it, they’re too stupid to be at our level–then so be it. I don’t mind beating the shit out of people anyway.
Well … there is the lovely Dru rant for the time being.
Luvverzz,
Mrs. Adrienne Armstrong, aka Dru
I put in job applications at the only two places in this town that could possibly be hiring that aren’t bars. I haven’t heard from either of them and it doesn’t help that I forgot to put contact information on the god damn applications.
Anyway, I’m going over to this town about 15-20 minutes from me and should be able to get 9 job applications, at the very least.
Because I need a job.
I can’t just sprout wings and fly to fucking Cali.
-bangs head against something-
Mood swings. Suck. Bad.
One second I’m talking to Andie in tears and the next I’m giggling.
I wonder how many of these fuckers I’m going to have before I’m laying in my bed wanting to fuck myself up just so I can be in a state of nothingness. No mood swings.
But I won’t.
Because I love her.
And I know she doesn’t like it.
But that doesn’t keep me from wanting to sometimes.
