Wow, it has been awhile.

Having been invited to this blog atmosphere by my secret friend(I've still got you covered there buddy), I have blogged a total of two times prior to this. Why haven't I been at it more you ask? Because it feels like work. And work my friend, is my enemy unless I'm getting paid to do it. However a strange occurrence has occurred in my life, and I would like to share it with all 10 of you.
My high school bf friend requested me on FB. My nameless, ninja friend has seen photos of him, and I'm sure she is giggling right now at the memories. He is the very first person I ever did the youknowwhat with, the first person I ever said "I love you" to(who wasn't blood related), and the very first person whose life I completely fucked up. Why he requested I be his friend now, I'll never know, and will never ask. I have a feeling it has to do with my breasts, or maybe his forgiving nature, but nonetheless, I added him.
He's married and has been to a cute little lady who I am going to assume is much nicer than I am. I am happy for him. Happy that he was able to hate me with a seething, rotting passion that led him to swear off all crazy bitches until he found his lovely wife.
I'm betting that you are now salivating to know the horrid, horrid things I did to him. Fine, I'll tell you. But I am not responsible for the grimy black mark that will be left on your soul.

1.) I made him give me the $20 he found in a parking lot.
2.) I tricked him into having sex with me at his bosses house, because they were out of town and I thought it would be fun.
3.) I cried when he said he thought Bjork was pretty.
4.) I punched him once because I thought he was being a bully towards someone.
5.) I smoked in his car, even though he didn't smoke.
6.) At a party once, I ditched him for some cute guy who was tripping on acid.
7. I hung out with his best friend WAAAY too much and got the friend high for the first time.
8.) I sulked when he would hang out with anyone but me.
9.) I borrowed money I never paid back.
10.) And the worst thing I did, the worst thing I've ever done to anyone, is I took his virginity, and then I slept with his best friend(the one I got high), and took his virginity also.

So there you have it. I was a sad, crazy, lonely kid who didn't know how to act in an intimate relationship. I hurt him tremendously and have always wanted to tell him how miserable I've felt about it. I won't, because I don't want to bring up the past. But I sure wish he knew how much his kindness has actually meant to me. And that if it weren't for him, I wouldn't know how to completely control my husband with physical harm and verbal beatdowns. :0
Ok, I actually have a pretty great marriage due to me learning how NOT to treat someone you love. So thanks Scott. I really mean that.