The Shower that Never Happened"

I sat in my room waiting for her to prepare the water. "It's perfect," she said, "the perfect temperature." I nodded and closed the door behind me, stripping myself down to what only two people have seen. As I felt the water spraying out of the shower, I jerked my hand back feeling it was too hot. "What bullshit," I murmured as I waited for the water to cool down. I looked in the mirror and saw a rough face staring back at me, cuts under the eye and around the chin. After a few minutes I stepped back in the shower, letting the cold water hit my body. I usually took hot showers, but it was a hot afternoon and nature seems to dictate what the body wants.

I looked around the shower to find a bar of soap and an empty bottle of shampoo. "Not even a goddamn sponge," I said aloud for no one to hear me. I felt sick as I rubbed the dirty bar of soap against my body, feeling the men she fucked creep along my skin, supposedly making it clean. I wasn't amused by the irony, but it was the first time I had cleansed myself in a few days, so I enjoyed it as much as I could. I squeezed the shampoo bottle, hoping some liquid would come out, but nothing did. I was thinking whether or not I should've just rubbed the bar of soap on my scalp, but I decided against it.



"The Week of Ilya - Great America"

Ilya arrived at Dasha's house a few days ago, so I decided to take them both to Great America - a theme park with roller coasters and shows and overpriced ice-cream. The ride there was nauseating, as I hadn't slept the night before due to my newfound narcolepsy. Dasha was scared as hell, gripping my hand and forcing me awake as I swayed on the freeway, nearly killing the three of us. It really was funny, thinking back on it. We got to Great America safely, even though I was still sleepy as hell, staggering all over the place as we walked through the main entrance. An officer stopped Dasha and asked her to open her purse, which was extremely funny as the guard barely looked and said, "Okay". It sort of made me want to bring a purse filled with guns and firecrackers and thumbtacks.

We first went on Vortex, which is this stand-up roller coaster with two loops. I was excited, as it was the first time I had ever been on a roller coaster with Dasha, and being the person I am, I felt it was a rather religious experience. She said she felt uneasy afterwards, but I knew she had fun by the smile on her face during the ride. Ilya had on a dumb smile like usual, but I'm sure it was just a part of who he is.

We then went on a water ride called "Whitewater Falls", which was fun and offered intermediate, "level 3" thrills. There was a boy behind us who was a little chubby and very scared, putting his head into his mother's arm, pleading for her to stop the ride and let him get off, which both me and Dasha felt was cute. Ilya was still sitting there with his dumb smile. As we coasted down the ramp, letting the water hit our bodies, we guffawed and cheered, smiling the entire way. I hit my elbow on the way down though, which actually hurt like hell, but the amount of fun I was having seemed to balance it out. After the ride, we stood in this section where the water rose over when the ride was in motion, and got ourselves plenty soaked.

Afterwards we went Ilya and I went on another roller coaster, with Dasha only waiting in line with us and then leaving to get a churro as we went on the ride. I was appalled by the fact that she had never enjoyed the American-made Mexican treat before, and was compelled to let her have one instead of riding with us. While were in the line, however, we saw this very slick and cool Mexican teenager smoking a cigarette and wearing a tank top. His posse was hilarious and uneducated, and I laughed loudly when his family hopped over the fence and cut in line. He was just that damn slick to pull it off. The roller coaster offered intense, "level 5" thrills, but it could have been better with the presence of her. When we got off the ride, we saw a seven foot man who looked exactly like Christopher Walken stalk a couple of fourteen year old girls. It was pretty funny, and the fact he had an enormous nose made it all the better. His slick, wet-as-hell hair wasn't too shabby either.

Drop zone, a 1500 story tall extreme thrill ride, was next. Dasha actually went with us this time, which made me happy as hell because she felt alive after we rode it. I guess plummeting a couple miles can do that to a person. After that, a few things happened, like purchasing Dippin’ Dots, which are the most delightful ice-cream treat ever, and winning 3 neon green pillows with the abbreviation "LOL" on them. I felt my ego inflate after I won Dasha a pig at a kiosk right before we left. It saved face for me, as I tried winning her something through pitching a baseball, but I ended up missing the target entirely. At least I got her the damn pig, and for that, I was happy, and I'm pretty sure it was cute as hell. Us, I mean. Probably not Ilya.

After Great America, we went to this noodle shop called “Pho World” which serves Vietnamese soup noodles. There we discovered Ilya eats in a hilarious fashion, opening his mouth until his jaw is about to break off of his face, and then tackling the noodles like an SAT problem. Our waiter was man who we dubbed “Pho guy”. He had a great Vietnamese accent and a wonderful sense of humor. I’m sure Dasha fell in love with him, but I accepted it.

I don’t really know what else to say about this day except that I’m sure it was one of the best days I’ve had in awhile. It makes you think about your friends and how lonely you would be if they weren’t there. Nobody ever has fun alone, and if they do, it doesn’t last a long time.

cya.

-george

"if you use 'the nice kind of quiet again' i'll kill ya"

I haven't had a nice night like this in a while. My room is humming softly and I can hear the sprinklers nourishing the grass at a pace one man controls. The afternoon was moist and an awful kind of warm. There were men in blue suits that taped up my living room with garbage bags and made my house smell like clay. The aroma was nauseating and put me to sleep for a good part of the day. I feel well rested because of it though.

Blaise came by in his red truck and did a great park job on my lawn. I hopped in his car with my crippled "Professor X" action figure and my LOL pillow I won at a kiosk with high hopes and expectations. We picked up Dasha, blasting "Dancing Queen" and other ABBA hits, driving through her neighborhood feeling good about ourselves and dancing to beat. Blaise always lightens up everyone’s day, which is exactly what both Dasha and I needed. After cruising along the freeway laughing to our hearts' content, we parked at Denny's and headed in for some chicken strips. I saw my father there, however, which basically ruined what could've been the "perfect mood".

He was alone with a newspaper headlining the Olympics and called me over for a talk. He informed me that he was really in Reno last week (He told us he was in Tahoe for the weekend which we all knew was bullshit) and that he had lost big after winning big. He gave me his puppy-dog face and his guilt trip story and asked if I could work for him. Suddenly anger surged through my body. I said "no" to him for the first time in my life, telling him that I wouldn't bail him out this time. "Fuck it," I said. I was tired of all of his bullshit, and for the first time in my life, I was not remorseful one fucking bit.

I sat back at the booth discontent, but I tried not to let it get me down. Dasha and I have been uneasy lately together due to me being a male, but things have been working out. I really do love the girl, and I usually dream about us being together in the future. She is about seven feet tall in my fantasy and I'm about ten. We go on adventures sometimes, but most of the time we are cooking eggs or making smoothies. We also go to concerts and get John Stamos to baby-sit our lovely daughter Claire and our beautiful son Victor. Anyway, she put her hand on my knee when I sat down, knowing something was wrong, which made me happy. I really miss kissing her though because I feel like everything is alright when I do. Like everything is perfect and all you want to do is be with her your entire life. Well, I don't really need to kiss to do that, because I feel it like hell right now.

My father decided to guilt trip me again by picking up our tab before he left, which actually made me angrier, but I didn't let it get to me. We went bowling afterwards which was fun and crazy. I actually got a score over 100, which amazes me because I'm a god-awful bowler. Blaise was a master, and Dasha was weaker than usual. I swear, I've seen Dasha bowl before, and she usually gets 300s every time. No joke. I think bowling tonight was the most fun I've had in a while. Not so much Blaise and I bowling at the same time or hilarious drunks yelling at Blaise to cut his hair, but because I was with two of my best friends. And because of that, the night was perfect.

I'll write more often, I promise.

cya.

Love,
-George

Coming soon (5000+ word entry explaining the month of August):

Cure, Voices (silus, business man, ilya, cute, etc.), pixies, franz ferdinand, backseat blitz, taiwan, letters we wrote, the first day she was back, great america, the week of ilya, roller coasters and churros, blaise moving, fucking up perfection, writer's block and the literary world ive been missing, including graham greene killing hemingway, she still loves me even though i fucked up, ilya laughing at me being cute, spooooky, real slow real slow, leather cube, built the furniture, dippin dots, sweet and sour chicken and the 6 dollar minimum, ace of base, abba, dhc, sprinklers, wet grass, huge jacket, 3 cigs, cute asian cafe, mabel and the indians, im sick cause of the tractor, drums and jim, "my man", mustangs and girls who drive them, 3 lol pillows, pho world, winning her a pig, amoeba and haight, exploratorium, poker nights a plenty, new hope for everything.

and all previous topics will be covered. so shut the fuck up already.