Chapter 2: Christine Chitteden
Dear God, my brother is such a fricken dweeb. 16 years old, never had a girlfriend, (not that he couldn't if he tried), and... ugh, he just has some annoying quality. Sometimes I feel sorry for him though... just never got a fair shake in his life. Mom has a saying: It'll be worse in hell. Maybe this is hell; I know Matt would agree with me...oh well.
My boyfriend has been way too distant lately. I'm starting to worry, and I think about why he's so strange toward me. Craig is a great guy, though. In the 6 months we've been going out, he's become that center of my life.
School is one gigantic fucking trouble and strife. Sure, it's not as bad as it used to be, but its still hard to socialize. A 'for instance' perhaps? Girls that broadcast the fact that they're giving their boyfriends hand jobs. First off, how classy does that make you see:
"I play with my boyfriend's dick when he doesn't want to keep it in his pants."
And if they want to do it, I don't need to hear about it.
At least Craig never pushed me into anything I didn't want to do... and that's good. No regrets. My second problem with displaying the fact that you're jacking your boyfriend:.... wait, I covered it all with issue one. IT MAKES YOU SEEM LIKE A FUCKING WHORE!
I got out of my car this morning and saw 'the girls'. "The girls" is just the most polite way of describing them. If I didn't want to be polite, I'd call them 'whorebate'. You know the type: slutty cheerleader princess bitches... them. I dont' understand the complex that seems to run their lives. 80% bitch, 19% shopping, 1% common sense. I hope they're not why Craig has been different.
Hope you enjoyed it. For chapter three, I'm probably going back to Matt. It's a little funny that Christine has become my voice of social commentary, but I couldn't resist. I was talking with Christi McCarroll about how I pictured Zach would look like.
"I think Zach would look like (this guy)."
"You think he's cute, don't you?"
"Fuck you, Christi."
More to come later.