Jax Collins (biteme) wrote in halcyon_houses, @ 2008-03-22 19:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | jax, manny |
Week Six: Monday
Who: Jax and Manny
When: Monday at 8something sharp
Where: Jax's pad
What: CANDYLAND BITCHES
So yeah... alcohol was a good thing. Especially in large quantities. Well not large enough to get her faded, at least not anymore. Way to go supernatural metabolism. Way to make a girl broke trying to get good and plastered. She hadn't actually been trying to get plastered when she went out with her sister beforehand.
Jax had been looking for a little liquid courage though. OH FUCK THAT NOISE. That even sounded ridiculous. And it was all Sam's fault for making the whole thing sound like something more than it was. She was the one that had to go and be all 'ooooh you nervous?" blah blah blah That was the very last thing that Jax actually needed to hear. She was all sorts of down with hanging out with Manny but when bullshit labels got put on it... yeah she wasn't SO down with that. Made her feel awkward and that was lame.
Actually made her think of that prick in seventh grade that had said she'd smother a dude if they got it on. Though by the way he described it in his infinite middle school knowledge... Kate Moss would eat a man alive. That kid had spent way too much time sneaking peeks at his older brother's hardcore porn collection. But shit like that did stick a little. Though she didn't think about it often because she was who she was and fuck the rest of it. Her trunk had extra storage and she was okay with that fact.
Skinny bitches who had a problem with that could blow her, though not literally because contrary to somewhat popular belief she wasn't lesbian. Women were way too annoying for that.
Anyway, Jax had spent the requisite two hours with her sister. Owed her that probably for all the shit she'd gotten for her birthday. Even put up with whatever kind of conversation Sam had wanted to make. See, she could be a grateful bitch. Every once in a while. She had insisted that she was back for the 8something sharp delivery of pizza that she was expecting.
Hoodie had been tossed for the t-shirt underneath. Hey it was for a good cause, breast cancer was serious business, especially when you had a lot of boobage. Or maybe she just thought it was amusing to wear. Her room was in the same state of disarray that it always was. Nothing too nasty. Though that cup of noodle really needed to be tossed. Her bad. She'd tossed a shoe at the stereo when she first entered, worked like a charm and SOAD was now blaring through the room.