Xochielt's journals

Good bye everyone. I am leaving the site for personal reasons, and would like to wish the entire gg crew the best of luck! If anyone wants to continue messaging me please do so here: myspace.com/whiskeythieve1

myspace.com/whiskeythieve1

If I don't respond to you immediately I'm terribly sorry. I get loads of messages. A new year's resolution will be to answer each and every one of everyone's e-mails. Good or bad long or short. You took time out of your day to write them and I will attempt to have the courtesy to reply to them. Even if it takes months.
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I quit drinking a few weeks ago.
I went from casual veggie to full on veggie to full on Vegan.
I love my friends.
I can't wait to get to LA.
My Favorite set ever is up on Swindle's page. Hottest girl on girl set.I lalalalalalalalalalaw it.
Go now. Fall in love with it. Comment it. Jerk off- whatever it is you guys do.
In love?

Pwuhhaaha funny last few sequence of events. Too random too sporadic to care. Being celibate has been the best thing to happen to me since Einstein figured e=mc 2. So many dirtbags EVERYWHERE. I want to really care about someone again. I want that unconditional love. I miss my friends. I hate the cold. I love whiskey. Picture this: a 60 year old really square white male from Alabama or Tennesse named Bob. A real american name. That's my boss suit and tie the whole shabang. The man is secretly in love with me. It's the funniest thing ever. Well this square suit and tie man invited me to OZZFEST. What? I know he just went up in book. I have a headache. I want to be sitting on a deserted beach. Bahamavention.com anyone? Let me know I'm dead serious. O yeah pervs my new set just went up. For those of you who haven't seen it yet let me give you a heads up. I look like a twelve year old boy who hasn't slept in 3 days. That's because I hadn't slept in 3 days. I fell asleep in between every single shoot that day. So for those of you who were wondering what I look like wet and wearing no make up I dedicate this set to you. Call me if you're still interested. Piece of advice to models lay of the ________ specially before shoots. Otherwise risk looking like a trainwreck in all your sets.  Sleep well. Good night.

Thank you all for the wonderful comments sooooo sweet.

There's a huge smile on my face (no pun intended) I'm totally flattered.

kisses

xxxo

Done done and done! No more pitty parties. No more hating him and feeling like a horrible person for doing so. I was at war with myself and my true feelings. That's why I've been so celibate I can't be around boys in this caotic state. I came to realize that it was water under the bridge or at least it should be. I would go back and do things differently if I could, in a heartbeat. Everything was fucked up almost one sided but it's done and it's better this way.  O children how they play games. Too bad it wasn't all pretend. It's a shame they were real and real hearts were broken in the process. New jaded light showed us the way to destruction. We destroyed each other, we killed the only thing worth living for. Now it's burried so deep, put away so far that no one can ever convince me it was ever real. Even if they did it will NEVER feel the same. No, not like it did in the begining so pure, so strong, and so intense. The bar is set so high. Fight the battle and break my walls down. I'll never let you in. Those keys were given away  ages ago. We'll always have Florida. Nothing can ever top that. Nothing. I finally am @ peace with it. Everything is the way it should be. Otherwise only I am to blame. It  just hit me that cold night in the park as we made snow angels. Everyhting is in synch now. I hope you're happy. Genuinely happy.

So my first night in Brooklyn was extremely welcoming. I ended up at now one of my favorite bars. I danced my life away with my friend's Dix and Jenone. Before we knew it the free drinks started rowling in, the attention span broadened, and the boys we're on the prowl. I immidietly became life partners with the bartenders and pretty much everyone in the room. The energy was fervent. So I end up being such a success that I become VIP+2. It gets better VIP also entailed guest bartender. That's right ya'll. Free alcohol and chocolate for all- heaven. In the midst of it all there was, ready?: foozball, boys with pants @ their ankles, making out with lesbian room mates, making out with complete strangers, boys getting body slammed then curtiously asked to leave, broken glass, and a job interview. Sounds intense right? Well I'm not fully responsible for all of it. I'll fess up to my end of the bargain...I did play foozball with attractive complete strangers but I didn't make out with any of them. As for the boy with the pants at his ankles ehm well he was an obliterated playa. He was trying to make out, or flirt or whatever nonsense, but he couldn't even see straight. So I mercilessly did as he asked. Yes I undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his ankles in such an intricate manner that he stood there for at least five minutes dumbfounded at the fact that evryone in the room was in fact laughing and pointing at him and his pathetic scrawny, pale skinny hairy, LEGS- you pervs I know what you were thinking. The matter of the fact is I didn't even see it because I was laughing histeracally iin the little girls room. This guy was comical. After the fact that his guy friends had to come and put his pants on for him he nagged me for like ten minutes asking if I had seen his huge penis. He claimed it was huge and that he wanted to show me again just to make sure. Hilarious but no thanks.
    Boys boys boys. They think they're men.Think again assholes. So I am kindly rejecting this too tall for his scrawny body hipster kid and asking him to leave. Then here comes his giant ego and he grabs a chair calmly sits in it, then looks at me and says," I'll leave whenever the fuck I want!" Then comes my friend Brandon- that  manages the bar, who is bigger than both this boy and his ego- and next thing you know that fellow with the ego was doing flips in the air as he was getting body slamned to the ground. Very unpleasant for everyone.  I think his ego and machismo fit out the door just fine. It's like  that  scene in The Big Lebowski (you see what happens when you fuck a stranger in he ass!? You se what happens!?) Awesome movie. My current room mate is a lesbian by the way. It's tricky. I'm very flirtatious so it balances me out. Not for too long though I'm in the process of moving again so I'll keep you posted. Last but not least the ALL TIME JOB INTERVIEW. As  I was being interviewed to be the first female bartender at this bar my future boss and I did a number of shots. One after the other. In between one of those bad boys there was some clashing of shot-glasses but the party must go on right? And so it did.

All I really want is a degenarate tattooed boy. I want a love hate relationship that keeps me interested yet on my toes. I want to be desperately in lust. I wanna have an absurd argument only to have violent make up sex. O and I want a pony.