I don't think two better words exist to describe the women I spend the most time with. They are my ladies, bitches, EP sluts, amigas, lovers, friends, biddies, bigities and everything in between. We as a group have an interesting dynamic. We can talk about sex, drugs, boys and anything else, and the best part is, that even when we're not talking about anything slightly dirty, we find a way to make it such.
We all met in various ways, but came to bond throughout our group nonetheless. Jil and I met through a mutual friend, we were BFF for a long time, and then drifted apart for a few years but are tight as ever again. Alexis and I went to elementary school together, as early as first grade. I don't think we became close, the way we are now, until high school. Cristin and I met in third grade, as I've mentioned in a previous entry. I think Alexis met Carol first, and then I know I became close with her in high school, and even more so after she got cancer.
There are few biddies who come and go, but we love them all the same. Elyse hangs out with us on occasion, and when she does you wouldn't know that we barely ever get to see her. Jacqui is more of my friend than anyone elses' but they put up with her for me :) There also used to be Ali, but she went crazy and we don't talk to her anymore.
I almost feel like it all started sometimes around high school. I remember that we used to joke that I was a "dark vortex" that sucked everyone in - not that they didn't love being sucked in. We started smoking cigarettes and hanging out at pool halls, swearing and loving it. We went to clubs downtown, slutted around with the boys and then would come home, wipe of the sleez, and maybe get pulled over on the way to a diner.
Eventually we graduated to having pool parties at my house. Lots of booze, boys and kissing. I think I've made out with damn near all my girls. The parties were loose and out of control on occation. I think any of our parents would blush to hear some of things we've done, or even the way we've been known to talk.
We can sit at a bar all night, just shooting the shit, chain smoking and getting drunk. The most random conversations can come about, from "beam me up Scottie," to freely flowing streams of the word "cunt." We enjoy watches gorgious men fight in the octagon, ultimate fighting kinda rocks.
We have no problem sticking up for one another, being a shoulder to cry on, or plot the death of a man who broke one our hearts, but forgiving and forgetting when we get back into the same relationship anyway. I remember one night at a club some guy stepped on Alexis's foot and I slammed him into a group of guys and told him to appoligize. Then there is all the various times we've broken up, gotten back together, and broke up again, with plenty of boys. We've all done it. I know I have a few individuals on my list of "people who need their face beat in," and I'd love the chance, because I love those sluts!
The best part about the fact that we are Fucking Classy, is that we're classy. We can dress nice, be taken out in public, and no one would realize that we act the way we do when it's just us. Regardless, these are some lovely ladies, that I love, more than everything.
3 comments:
Dearest slutbag i have the perfect example of how sometimes people dont realize who we truly are and how great it is....
...the class that i just had with the dean of my school ended this week. On the last day of class he goes on about how it would of been different if this person had been president or this person. He then landed on me and goes "Man, if Jil had been president she would have cursed you all out within the first month of class! I mean look at her. Sweet on the outside but that girl has a mouth on her!"
This is who we are and I wouldnt have it anyother way....love you!
Those parties must go to the grrrravvvvve. Antonia, Patti, Paul, Amy, Lee, and the like need to know nothing of them! haha
I can't wait to come home.
we're basically the perfect blend of a girl; a freak in the sheets but a lady in the street. i loooooove my ladies!
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