marsellus wallace. (project365: day29.)

dude, i lied.

i do care; i didn't want that shite on my 365. bahaahhah.

i like this, a lot. a lot. the tape thing just looked foolish, and this was an accident.

i wish life was actually this dramatic, i'd be ever so happy.

 

i'm supposed to do another photoshoot tomorrow, with BRITTANY BANTA.

(she's the one on the top.)

 

that girl...that girl, goddamn.

if fluffs and sunshine and ponies and weirdness all mushed into a gooey ball of delight, it would be her. being around her is always so surreal, she's the happiest girl i've ever met in my life, and she's so innocent! or, that's what i thought for the longest time. then one day she comes up to me and goes, "ALIXI!! (crushing hug) so..i met this guy last night." and she goes on, without a qualm in the world to describe some..very lewd things; things i would even raise my eyebrows at, all without losing that fucking angelic twinkle in her cat eyes.

 

but, that's groovy, you know, whatever. i can dig it.

 

but then, a few days later, we were going to lunch, and she reaches in the back and throws me her purse. i open a box inside, and it is filled with marijuana. THIS GODDAMN INNOCENT ANGEL OF A GIRL, WITH THE BRIGHT EYES AND LAUGHTER OF THE FECKING HEAVENLY REALMS HAS A PURSE FULL OF WEED.

 

and then it all comes out that, "alixi, you smoke weed, so i thought i would try it. i love it!!"

 

fuck................me.

 

FUCK ME FUCK ME ORKHDSFBKHBGSKHFB GKHSFG I AM RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS GIRL'S DOWNFALL?! OH, NO, NO, I DO NOT ACCEPT IT. i've never been more astonished by anything in my life, this girl i barely know is watching me and DID SOMETHING BECAUSE I DO?!!!!!?!!!!!?? it's the worst feeling in the world, don't ever, ever do anything like that, it taught me that people are always watching and WATCH WHAT YOU FUCKING DO, PEOPLE. :S

 

this was about four months ago (and it still makes me uncomfortable to think about it, i mean, i WASN'T advertising it or anything, by god; i even asked about fifteen people the next day, and all their answers were along the lines of, "no, it's just a fact. alixi writes poetry, alixi is passionate, alixi smokes weed. it's just normal." so, i don't want to hear any rubbish about that. :S) and she wants me to shoot her tomorrow.

 

she's still the bubbly being she was before, but this time it was accentuated with a very sharp, "so, i'm gonna roll us a FAT blunt, i've got this kush and it's gonna fuck you up!"

 

.............i don't like it.

i don't like knowing i was partially responsible for it.

it makes me feel terrible; it gives me a responsibility i don't want.

now i feel obligated to play mother, for fucksake.

 

and there you go.

alixi's life lesson.

and i've learned it.

pfft.

 

 

in other news: swine (his actual name is fluharty (he goes by his last name), but i call him swine - i find it hilarious.) is still being gentlemanly. we're having a quentin tarantino marathon next week, and i'm going to shoot him.

it shall be interesting, to say the least.

 

Done