We were driving my brother's friend home from school, and we stopped to get gas. He was sitting in between the both of us, I was on the left, Christian was on the right. We saw this girl passing the car, and we decided to yell rude sexual things at her because she was hot (I know, I know...). This somehow lead to us talking about sex and our 'adventures'. Since I was the only non-virgin in the car, I was the only one who could really talk about it...

So there was eventually a lull in the conversation, and Christian was like, "How'd we start talking about this? I thought we were talking about that one chick?"

Meanwhile, Andrew and I were having our own side-conversation, and I said something like, "...no, when it's two girls together, they do it like THIS [insert lewd hand motion thingys here]!"

And he said, "What about THIS?!"

And he touched my crotch through my pants.

O.O

It hurt. Seriously, who does it THAT hard?! WHO EVEN DOES THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE?!

Christian repeated the whole 'what are we talking about' thing, seemingly oblivious to what had just happened, and Andrew said, "I thought we were talking about fingering your sister?"

Christian didn't seem to have heard that comment, either.

And it was so awkward, I was just like, "Ooooookayyyyyy... Ummmm... Look, the hot chick's back!"

End Scene.

Later that day, I told my mom, and made her swear not to tell his parents or anything, because this situation's already awkward enough. She's out for blood, so we've been avoiding picking up my brother from school.

Yesterday, I tried to smooth things over by leaving him a funny myspace comment to show we were cool and stuff, and he's just like, "Why did you tell your mom I did that to you, you liar! You know I was outside of the car the whole time talking to that girl!"

That actually happened AFTER the incident. And now he's telling everyone I'M a liar. EXCUSE ME?!

And Christian was just, "Are you sure? I didn't hear anything or see anything or anything..."

Maybe you were too busy staring at that chick's ass...

WHAT. THE. FUCK?!

Desperately,

Chelsea.

my friend Francesca needs some support for her clothing line.

support her.

because you're worth it, and it will earn you eternal life.

http://www.myspace.com/knockoutdropsclothing

i wish i could quit you,

Chelsea ♥

i have lost a good percentage of my cute quirkiness this past weekend.

now apparently EVERYONE loves Batman and The Joker becasuse of the deceased Heath Ledger and the living Christian Bale.

>.<

and EVERYONE is lusting after Batman and the Joker.

*cough*

i've been obsessed since i was 3 years old.

POSERS!!!

ALL OF YOU!!!

GODDAM POSERS!!

[note: Chelsea would like to say that this is sarcastic and meant to enlighten and to be enjoyed. but you're still posers XD]

and if i see ONE more Joker face, i'm gonna puke. i can't wait until this all dies down like that damn Uggs obsession...

-Chelsea-

end of story.

after the eating binge and shoplifting and lesbian sex, i'm able to think with a clear head.

HE SUCKS.

buzznet reminds me of him, so i won't be back for a while.

find me on myyearbook.com, vampirefreaks, and myspace.

the lyrics i used for my title are by Emilie Autumn, from her song 'Marry Me'.

check it out, because it's better than sex.

-Chelsea-

Single-horned 'Unicorn' deer found in Italy