Teenage Sex Stories

I don't think I can enter a Starbucks washroom ever again...not after hearing about all the sex stories that happen in the one near my house (these sex stories involve teenagers fifteen and below - I don't want to live on this planet anymore). On top of that, the janitor closet opposite the principals office is THE place to have sex in my school. Oh...and then there was sex in an alley (at night). Oh...and not to mention pregnancy scares - at age 13. These are not my stories - these are cautionary tales I have heard from primary resources (aka...not random gossip). I would continue, but I'm pretty sure one of you out there reading this has to go eat food soon, and I do not wish to further ruin your appetite - and if I have...please accept my humble apology.

R.I.P.

With much love,

R.I.P. Jessica

R.I.P. Katy

R.I.P. Tyler

R.I.P. Winki

R.I.P. Badi-dadi

R.I.P. Clark

R.I.P. Melissa

"I enter a house

Emptiness

Save for these doors

But not enough

Opening the first door

Laden with blood

Shakes the house

But not enough

Opening the second door

Doused in alcohol

Peels the paint

But not enough

Opening the third door

Caked with beating hearts

Cracks the walls

But not enough

Opening the fourth door

Encrusted with pillows

Shatters the windows

But not enough

Opening the fifth door

Mantled with wrinkles

Sets alight a fire

But not enough

Opening the sixth door

Sprayed with hallucinogens

Breaks down all the pillars

But not enough

Opening the seventh door

Decorated with bones

Terminates the house

But not enough

The unlocking of these doors

Has razed the house

But seemingly

Not enough"

<3

Initiation of a Love Story

Nothing of interest recently...so nothing to write about. Other than college apps are a pain in the ass. How about I tell you my friend's love story (I have her permission) in bits and pieces. Let me start off by telling you how they met. So my friend, Riya, is this wild Indian girl with an exotic soul. While her Swedish friends-with-benefits, is a typical teenage boy, with a sentimental side of course. They met through a mutual friend at a pool party - late september, 2009. She had just moved to an American school from a British school. This pool party was Riya's friend's, from the British school, birthday party. The first time Riya and Jax saw each other, was when Jax was jumping into the pool with Riya's best guy friend. Right before Jax jumped into the pool, their eyes met and they sneaked a smile. Being typical immature fourteen/thirteen-year-olds (Riya was fourteen, Jax would turn fourteen in a few days), they ran around the pool putting coke and cupcakes in each other's hair. Riya left the pool party with a crush on Jax and with no idea that she was going to more-or-less end up with him one day. And that my dearies, is how their story began.