All is quiet on the western front. Lol. Now that everybody and their dog has moved to tumblr, I feel like I've got air to speak. Nobody's paying little old me any attention, right? Yeah, let me dream, okay?

So, rewind. The school year was 05-06. I was a sophomore at Crenshaw Arts and Technical Charter High School. We will lovingly (psh) call it CATCH for the remainder of the blog. During my sixth period health class, when we were introducing ourselves (name, age, && zodiac sign, because Mr. Jones was a freak, a Scorpio himself), I introduced myself as Ashley, 14, Capricorn. The girl in front of me introduced herself as Jill, 14, Capricorn. She then turned around and asked me if I'd gone to Baldwin Hills Elementary school, which I had, and so it began.

We were the same height, almost the same skin color, she had herself convinced we wore the same bra size (which we don't. She's a cup size bigger than me, always has been, but you can't tell nothing to delusional bitches, so I let it go), we thought alike, if you asked us both the same question at the same time on opposite sides of the school, we almost always gave the same answer, and if one of us were in a room, and said "wow, I was X were here," the other tended to pop up within a few minutes. Most importantly, however, we were both Capricorns, and both the kind of people to which being a Capricorn mattered. Those types that ask you your sign right after they ask you if you have any illegitimate children in the "getting to know you" conversation, and actually take your answer into heavy consideration when we determine how seriously we're going to fuck with you. We were the Capricorn Twins.

Above that even, we were both virgins. Though that shouldn't be such a marvel at 14, at CATCH, it was a novelty that got us followed around just about all year. The Virgin Capricorn Twins. Promise you, we were the only two bitches at that school not having sex. That weren't having sex on the first day, and still hadn't by the last. It was only us.

I tell you all that so you can have at least a small understanding in the magnitude of the fact that my twin lost said virginity. And, as most hormone driven teenagers get, she's been completely and totally sex obsessed since it happened. Now, though equally virginal in the technical sense, I've never been quite as....pure, as Jill. I was exposed to a lot, and I was exposed to it early, so I knew how to get a man and keep him, without having to resort to sex. Jill, however, is just now venturing into said dark arts, and has taken it upon herself to learn from a master: me. She's very interested in how it is a woman can bring herself to go down on a man (pipe cleaning, as Daddy so eloquently put it. Am I the only female that can say sucking dick with a straight face? Like, how many names do y'all have for the shit? Say it. Sucking dick. Out loud. There, didn't that feel good?) Sorry, I got a little off track there.

Anyway, as is the way with teenage girls, the conversation on giving head then spiraled into a conversation on a multitude of other things, including the enormous crush I had on her when we were in school together (I like my women thick, with nice breasts, and some fucking sense. She fits the bill to a T, to this day, but I didn't tell her all that). As soon as she figured this out, she started probing me on how I felt about her boyfriend. Did I think he was cute? (he's alright) Did I think he was fuckable? (Ehh, if I was drunk, possibly) Did I think he'd make a good first time? (Well, he made a good first time for you, and that's all that matters.....right?)

I have a sneaking suspicion. I'm about three quarters into her brain, and I know where this bullshit is going. I fully intend to stop it before it gets there. I'm not going to blog my suspicions though, only facts. So for now, thats it.

The title has nothing to do with the blog, the song is just stuck in my head.

Till Next Time: Positive energy, high hopes, and love♥;