Post by colton mcduff on Aug 16, 2008 3:56:57 GMT -5
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CHECK OUT THE OIL
MY CADILLAC SPILLS
CHECK OUT THE OIL
MY CADILLAC SPILLS
GOING DOWNTOWN TO SHOP had never been a secret weakness of Colton's. Not in the way the boys in high school had claimed, anyway. The very thought of high school bullies bothered Colton so much that he could not withhold a curse under his breath. Gay or not, some folks have never liked and never will like to go shopping. They were born like that. Colton was one of those types of people. He went only in dire circumstances, like the one he was currently in.
Ginger, a friend from work, was taking him out to dinner tonight. Their relationship was casual and easy, strictly friends with no messing around on drunken Saturday nights (except for that one time by the lake, but that would be another story). She was a fun girl with cornstalk-colored hair and faded denim, the type of girl a guy would feel comfortable bringing home to meet his mama. Remembering her thick eyelashes and giddy laugh, Colton found himself in the midst of a smile, gazing off in front of himself. Those moments are always embarrassing. And the not-so-much-of-a-date? It was planned to be really low-key at a bar of her choice. Fun night, right? But she was usually a lot of fun, so he thought she deserved at least one chance to please him.
It would have been easier on him to simply call her up and tell her he had nothing to wear, he thought, but grimaced at how tacky and typical it sounded. Inhaling sharply while running his hands through his hair to seemingly calm his nerves, thoughts of his perpetual need buzzed around in his mind. They bothered him immensely at times like this. When he really needed to do something, he came down from being high and had to smoke more in order to feel normal. His brows furrowed in the frustration he concentrated so hard on. No, it had to wait. The date was in two hours and he was desperate! Finding clothes for a six foot tall, 125 pound young man seemed almost impossible, regardless of how much money he had in his pocket.
Teeth chattering rampantly as he paced the long block of Rodeo Drive, Colton cursed for the second time. He should have told one of his whores or fag hags to accompany him. They would have jumped at the chance to shop with their little toy. Thinking over the option a second time, he decided against calling a girl. This was a man's thing, he had to do this by himself or he would turn into another worthless faggot. Those girls did not deserve to see him in this state, they relied on him. It would break their hearts. At least, that was what he convinced himself to believe. The truth was probably that they would tease him or laugh at him. No one enjoys being scrutinized, unless they were doing something funny.
His head tossed about for a moment while he tried to literally empty his mind. All these thoughts were too intense while he was already stressed out and shopping at the same time. This would be a personal record breaking day if he did not have an anxiety attack or try a fun drug like crystal methamphetamines.
Was that a light up above his head or was that the most beautiful thing he ever saw? Stopping in his tracks, abstaining from dropping to his knees in tears, Colton squinted his eyes. Yes, it was indeed heaven in front of him. Within a few rapid steps, he was at the gates. A Sephora. His heart skipped beats as he skipped inside and gaped at the interesting bottles on the bright white shelves. He had to get everything he saw, or at least a few things. Shuffling his gold and coral Nike's toward the back wall where the facial cleansers were on showcase, Colton reached out to touch an ornate bottle. Was there anyone else in this world that shared this endearment for skin health products?it's . incomplete.
open to . girls and boys.
lyrics are . cadillac grills by ludacris.
notes . the majority of my posts are this length. but i can always write less if you ask me to. c: and it doesn't matter how much you write, as long as they're over five hundred.
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