Well, she is a cat.
'Smile Time'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
holy shit are you OK? What happened?
I was in a Jack in the Box restroom, and I heard a couple guys really really want to be let in the door (they had to be buzzed in), and I could hear them enter the restroom. I thought I was in trouble for sneaking into the restroom after someone without being buzzed in.
But then I heard a man say, "Put your hands up and step away from the fucking blowdryer." I didn't hear any cocking gun or anything, and I couldn't really make out the sounds of what happened next, but at that point I was scared out of my goddamn mind. I stayed in my stall, my legs shaking. I took out my wallet and stuffed all the twenties and my credit card into my pocket, just in case. Then I put one twenty back in so it didn't look too suspicious. I kept waiting for someone to knock on the stall door or kick it down or something. I could see some guys outside. I waited for them to leave. I waited and waited and waited until it sounded like people were both leaving and entering without incident, and then I opened the stall door and hoped for the best. There was a guy there, but he did nothing, and I washed my hands and ran the fuck out without drying them.
I want to cry.
Jesus Christ! Are you with anyone?
I'm in my friend's apartment with her roommates. She was at a concert. I'm about to go meet her at Cafe 101 for hugs (she doesn't know yet) even though I really don't want to go out right now.
(if you want my advice) you've been through a traumatic experience and if you don't want to go out right now you shouldn't. On the other hand- you know yourself and if being out and about will help you feel better then do that.
To top it off, when I got back to my friend's apartment, neither of her roommates were home, so I couldn't get in. I had to wait outside the door for forty-five minutes until one of them returned. It hasn't been the greatest night.
At least I scored some good CDs at Amoeba.
Fuck, P-C. Fucking fuck. I'm very sorry.
{{{P-C}}}
FWIW, I agree with Laga.
Okay, I'm staying. I'm crying. I can't leave. I don't want to leave. Not tonight. I need to feel safe.
Wait, you're in LA? Do you want me to come get you?