OMG SUCKS

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Liek, all of my friends have AT LEAST gotten to third base. And now with Archie getting laid, am I THE ONLY ONE still a technical virgin?! Gods, I hate Kara "Let's hold hands and cuddle and not talk about stuff!" Thrace! I hope she's a cylon messiah or some crap like that!

THERAPIZE ME. (*said similar to "moisturize me, moisturize me!"* ...ah Doctor Who. *hearts*)

Comments

[chasingangela]

Dude, I finally got laid, and then five minutes later I get into a huge stupid fight and break up with my boyfriend.

It is so much worse than when I didn't know what I was missing.

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

DUDE! I hate sex! It messes everything up! WAAAH!

[chasingangela]

I know! Why can't we be like amoebas, and just, like, split in two? Relationships ruin everything.

(...but I did kind of like the, um, naked part. It's just the stuff around it that SUCKED.)

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

*shares some chocolate*

[chasingangela]

*breaks off piece of chocolate, shoves it into mouth next to Parker's lollypop*

*Offers Lee bag of Doritos*

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

*steals the bag of doritos and runs away*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*hands you a lollipop* Cheer up, Emo Redhead. You are his Wun and Ownly!

[chasingangela]

*accepts lollypop and twirls it, staring at it like she's thinking something really deep*

"Thanks, but... why is everybody so much more sure about my relationship than I am? I'm not even sure I ever want to talk to him again."

*bites viciously into lollypop*

"...I think I'm just giving up on love. For, like, ever."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Because we saw you guys have really good sex? Go, you! Wooo! *pumps arm*

Aww, besides! Cusak factor, damnit!

Awwwwww! That's no way to treat a lollipop!

[chasingangela]

*ignores disturbing implication people watched her and Marty having teh sex000r*

So that was good sex? I mean, objectively?

I mean ... it felt good, but ... nothing to compare it to.

*finishes chomping on lollypop*

I'll be nicer to it if you give me another one?

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, definitely. 8.8, at least, which, for a first time? Thumbs up and snaps, girl.

None of the worst case scenarios happened! And woo, he actually talked to you afterwards! Very cool!

*hand over another lollipop*

I swiped them from House. Heh.

*emos very stoically that her annoyance/lover/obsession isn't even in this game, damnit*

[chasingangela]

"I hadn't even thought of the not-talking option. I guess I was an optimist. And I won't know about the VERY worst-case scenario for a couple weeks yet. Though I guess my roomie has that one covered."

*unwraps lollypop, takes a careful lick*

"8.8 ... I need to, like, make up with him, don't I? Maybe we could just have sex and not talk?"

"...You're corrupting me."

*Mourns for Parker, left without her annoyance/lover/obsession*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Um hunh what? What happens in a couple weeks? Oh, nooes! Don't tell me!

*gives you more candy*

You really do! In the name of Sex, woman! And the hundreds of sad, sad, bystanders! Think of your audience!

Well, yes. It's not like I could make you *more* innocent, you know.

*mourns*
*replays answering machine message from him over and over and over and over*

[chasingangela]

"Have you SEEN Sydney's belly lately? That's ... pretty worst-case."

"You know, talking about the audience isn't all that convincing. Couldn't you guys just hide in his closet? We don't wanna have to start charging admission."

*accepts candy, begins tossing M&Ms into air and catching them in mouth*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Extremely worst case. Although, at least your dad isn't Dean Bristow. I think that goes beyond worst case and hits the Twilight Zone at 220 mph.

Right, right. Well, we *were* being quiet, like Mike and the Bots, but then Professor Tick got confused, and Professor Cregg got snarky, and... uh. Anyway. Maybe we should get them a balcony? Or something.

Maybe we can redesign his closet. Oo! Two-way mirror!

*grabs Cheezy Chips away from Adama*

I never get to be nice.

*emos*

*un-emos*

Heeee.

[chasingangela]

Oh, god, if my dad was Dean Bristow and that happened I would, like, move to Chile and change my name.

*shudders*

*attempts to forget worry with more M&Ms*

"I don't hate the 2-way mirror idea."

"And you were nice, you got the puppy for Rory. So there."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

This is why you should never ever have sex when there's a chicken in the room.

[chasingangela]

Oh, sure, NOW you tell me.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

I assumed when you were told to keep your hand on his cock that you'd understood what that meant!

[chasingangela]

*snorts*

"But she's a .... thingie. Girl-chicken. Hen. How was I supposed to knwo you couldn't tell the difference?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Well, see, Marty asked to show it to me one day and... let's just say we're not allowed in church anymore for a reason.

[chasingangela]

*Nods*

"I understand that. I have a cousin who's not allowed in the frozen foods section at Safeway. See, her church ... it's a *long* story."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

That's kind of like the time I reached perfect happiness once I saw that they were making Pudding Pops again.

[chasingangela]

*wrinkles nose*

"Sounds messy. Though I did once have this experience with shampoo..."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Herbal Essence?