I was thinking about one night in particular tonight. I was laying in bed unable to sleep and put the iPod on some old favorite tracks. Old as in back to my troubled years. And by trouble I do mean drug years. I was the VIP room princess remember? So as I listened to some classic Siouxsie and the Banshees (Fear, of course) I was remembering this one night that me and my roommates, and two close friends were all, erm.. awake and stuff. We were driving around downtown San Francisco (Union Square to be exact) after the clubs had closed down. There was this muscle guy that tagged along. He wanted me. Heheh. But he also wanted to be hurt. Like bit and hit. We were in the back seat. I was kinda turned on, but mostly grossed out. I pinched his nipples once or twice but it was just not what he needed. One of our friends with us however was glad to oblige (ew, i would have NEVER…) and we dropped the two of them off at the next light. When I have these weird piece-y memories I am shocked at some of the things I lived and witnessed. I am lucky I was such a prude. I was the biggest slut in town that never actually put out. Of course at that time I’d have rather stayed up for seven days than have sex. I figure that the addiction kept me safe from disease.

Why do I drag up the old times? Still to this day I am fascinated to have lived through it I guess. I’ll take the odd out of place memories over what could have been any day. And as for causing pain, well I can do as directed without cringing now..

Hmm. Well that story didn’t take long to tell. Do I have another? Let’s see.

Oh yeah, there was this other time that I was still hanging out with the drug dealer. He was hawt. But he would never fool around with me because he ‘liked me too much’ and wanted me to not have his problems. I think he may have been HIV positive now that I look back. He had no issues with giving me free drugs though. Oh, and teasing me by wandering around his apartment in a towel. He lived in the really bad part of San Francisco. The not so nice end of Polk Street. We had quite a few adventures, aside from when I was stalking him and trying to kiss him in clubs. Once we got to know each other it was different. I went to his place a number of times. Once we were locked out and had to go up on the roof of the building. Heh. Nothing happened tho. He once gave me a photo of him and his mom. That was nice. One night we drove out to Santa Cruz. Well he drove my car. I was along for the ride. We got there in twenty minutes because he never dipped below 100 mph. Heh. That was fun. I had to work the next day though so he drove even faster on the way back to SF. Good times.

Insomnia will drive me crazy.

I think it is amazing how many stories I have. There are good times, bad times, drugs, family, boyfriends, girlfriends (not in that way, but important folks in my life). I would give so much to get back in touch with some of those people. Especially two. Steve and Laura. Mostly Laura. Her and I had sooo many years together, She was my best friend. She even pretended to be my girlfriend during that awful ‘coming out’ time. My parents were catching on before I was ready, you see. She was there to hold my hand and junk to put them off the scent for a few months. Gawd was she hawt too. We remained really close until she got married and had kids. Richard and I were a new couple and I was career focused. We were in a whole different place. I let her drift away. I regret that more than anything. I wish I knew how to find her. I have this tendency to throw people away. It is not good.

Sure I have other close friends. Patrick has been loyal to me even since I have come to San Diego. I don’t keep in touch, but he is there for me. I am thankful for that. I need to try harder to maintain that friendship.

Gosh, I’ll type anything when I can’t sleep. But you know. I would blog the opening of an envelope.

Anyhoo, that first apartment was tiny and shabby. It was our goal to like hide it. We covered it up with throw rugs, framed prints, and lamps. It was Daly City. It was dark and foggy and the place was poorly lit. We did make some smart purchases then tho. Like our dining set. Or the fish tank. Or some bathroom accessories.

3 or 4 years passed and we finally made enough money to move, and we moved up! San Mateo, sunshine, and a brand new apartment complex! No one had ever lived in our unit before us!! It was then that Richard brought home ALL of the coordinating pieces to the dining set, like the coffee table, and etageres. We finally replaced the second hand couch. We ditched my full size bed I grew up in for a California King. w00t. Sure we had no real bedroom set, other that my mother’s sister’s stuff she passed on after her divorce, but all that went into the spare room with the smaller bed. We had a walk in closet now! We needed no dresser! The bedroom was like all bed! The place also had a kitchen you could actually cook in, working oven and all. We started collecting Kitchen Aid red accessories and utensils. We bought dishes that matched a piece of artwork we liked. (We shopped a lot in that time… new bathroom stuff? TV stand? more art?)

After a few years there we were off to San Diego. Richard found us a place that was much bigger than out pretty new apartment in San Mateo. And we had to fill that too. Enter the bar, some enormous artwork, a sitting room chair that we later paired, my desk. I miss that desk. We got a great lamp.

And here we are in our second address in San Diego and finally buying bedroom furniture after ten years. That last room will finally be done. And most of the things we got together over the years we still have and look great no matter where we go. The only thing we didn’t ever buy together over the years is a home. We are working on that tho.