entry #169 - lying season

                                    

                                          
فيزا
Masa'alkhair, beloved book of my secrets! Wanna hear some updates from my yet another one, crazy shit fun day on the road with my boyfriend, his crazy fucking friends, my beautiful besties, and with a very unnecessary side of Jessica? Yes? Okay... hold my pen, here I come !
Back to this morning, Sean and I fucked like disgustingly horny rabbits in our semi-destroyed hotel room, if you didn't know already. Of course, he drained himself chaotically and made a mess of me, because he just can't ever find the bullseye, he only finds my eye and that's it... but let's not talk about that now, because doing it would only bring back the not very pleasant memory of having cum in my left eye. So, let's talk about the slightly more eventful things that happened to me over the last few hours instead. 
After a round of mandatory snuggles and aftercare, after he volunteered to wipe melted makeup and cum leftovers off my eyes, and after I made us some coffee on my beloved portable cooker... we decided to do the long overdue, and get decent enough for the rest of the day. Which means, we showered (together, yay!), and once we were fresh, clean and good smelling, he just threw his 'original' clothes on himself. Thirty seconds, no more and no less than that, and he was already clad with his one of four identical t-shirts, paired with the checkered shorts he had on the night we met. I was still buck naked and digging into my suitcase in search of the clothes that I would've had to wear until the end of the day, indecisive about that to say the least... and when he understood that the final pick would've taken me more than the average half an hour, he sat on the edge of the bed, rolled himself a joint, and began to try on a number of pairs of mini goggles on our feathered baby. That, until he found the perfect ones, poked Cock Soup's beak in approval, and loaded the good boy over his shoulder. Awwweee, I love my boys so much !
Side eyeing my baby and my baby's daddy, and smiling like an idiot (or like a proud mama! squawk!) at the sight of them being ever so well bonded, I finally decided to get changed into a classic chic, modest outfit that would've made me look like... a credible enough interviewer for MTV Arabia. I mean, I decided that, mostly for Jessica's good and for the benefit of the secrets I'm having with her... but my mental plans changed, when my boyfriend, high as kite, suggested I should've worn one of the dresses he bought for me, a few weeks ago at the mall in Green River, much to my pissed offness if you remember well: so, I just gave into him, and I slid into that canary yellow, super tight, super flattering midi dress I would've left hanging at the store back in the day, if it wasn't for his... ahem, insistence, and impeccable taste in everything but his own clothes. I thought yellow wasn't my colour, or at least it definitely wasn't, back to when my hair was vibrant cherry red... but with warm, blondish hair all braided up in tiny braids still holding on for dear life no matter the raw sex of not so long before, it looked about fine on me. I paired it with my most trusted, vinyl knee boots and my usual, studded motor jacket... and after babe smacked my ass and threatened me that he would've hiked that dress up and done me at some point, and after I threw his Budweiser hat over his head and reminded him that he would've had to behave himself with me in presence of his ex, we left our hotel room. Him, with Cock Soup in his goggles over his shoulder. And I, with my (stolen) Prada tote bag on my arm, and my camera hanging from my neck, together with my Alice in Chains STAFF pass. Because may you wanna believe it or not, but Sean (and Layne, or at least so I've been told) got a STAFF pass forged for me while I was clueless n' working my rear end off in New York. And surprise, it doesn't say that my name is Jennifer. It says that my name is Faiza K. Khair. Where the 'K' stands for Khadija, I reckon, not Kennedy. But it's okay, we've got plenty of years to make that happen... if they're roses, they'll blossom in the end! 
We joined the rest of our gang outside the hotel, and much to our relief, because we hadn't thought about getting there separately for ultra discretion... Jessica and Demri were the last ones to arrive to the gathering by the front tire of the tour bus. As soon as I saw Jessica, I did the nonchalant, loaded Cock Soup over my own shoulder, complimented her over her makeup, because she didn't have any on at the breakfast buffet, and I'd noticed the subtle change in her appearance... and after she thanked me and hugged me, I just hopped on the tour bus, put Cock Soup in his cage above the fridge, and sat about three rows of seats away from Sean. Back against the window, and a very silent Bessie by my side, I did my makeup no matter the wobbles of the bus, and I refrained from asking stuff to my bestie, too afraid that Cuntrell would've heard us used our girly convo as an excuse to get under my skin again. That could've been my chance to show him that I'm no Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, and that I'm an Alice in Chains staff member called Faiza K. Chair... but no, I wasn't feeling any joviality towards the cunt. So I just peeled my eyes down, and I took a little nap instead.