Any educated human being can tell you that there is no better pastime than sipping sweet tea while laying in a hammock in South Georgia on a fair day of seventy-five degrees. Mother Nature was being a little too kind today, but I suppose she is making up for all the bullshit she put us through in the past couple days.
Andrea is sipping an Adios ******** while singing "Just A Small Town Girl" and spouting obscenities about the days of our lives despite the fact that it's not even noon. Missy is spaced out along the grass looking up into the sky, and no where else, with a paper back copy of her close lover- Himani Bannerji- lying on her chest, mumbling every now and then as if she's actually carrying on a decent conversation with Andrea. Sweat slides down my open cleavage, and my mocha shaded thighs start to stick together.
We're just college aged kids, and we don't belong together. I'm the third wheel. Missy is the spare tire who comes in handy every now and then. Andrea is a ********' unicycle. None of us make sense, and we're all single. Mostly because that's how we like it to be. We occasionally eat p***y every now and then, but no d**k. Never any d**k. We're grrrls, you know? Those rockin' type bitches with septum piercings and dyed pink hair who go to raves and whine every time a guy holds the door for us. Yeah, those annoying types.
I moan and put my arm over my sullen eyes; probably from the party last night. Missy quickly turns on to her stomach with the look of a child on her face and a big grin from ear to ear as if she just found a good stash, "Hey, isn't Himani the coolest?" She falls back on to the grass on her back and grins nonchalantly with one hand on her breast. "The coolest of the cool", Andrea adds. "I want to be cool too someday. All of us."
 SakiOhMa · Sun May 08, 2011 @ 07:25am · 0 Comments |
