Watch Your Fingers, Boy.

Wow.
This is one fucked up day.
I was being molested in the taxi. By a male cab driver.
But I'll get to that later.

Alright. It's Thursday, I don't remember the last time blogging two days in a row considering how crazy this semester has been. But here I am again with loads and loads of not-so-juicy bits to share.

Let's talk about yesterday.
I was blogging in college. And then Jamie called.
After posting all the pictures, I bought him black pepper chicken.
He wouldn't let me out of his house cos he 'had no other plans' so I suggested that we went to watch Bee Movie, even though I knew I was going to have to watch it again with Jasmine.
Anyway, went to OneU, and he suddenly decided not to watch it.
Fine, went eating. Shopped for a while. Bought my first original DVD.
We went home separately, he had a date or some sort. At LaQueen. *Ugh*
When I got home, I waited for CJ to come online. And waited. And waited.
But that busy someone only came after 1 and it started raining and my internet connection started to piss me off by not letting me keep being signed in for more than 2 seconds.
So I gave up and slept.

Had the worst nightmare ever.
Cockroaches all over my bed. My arms. Under the blanket.
I woke up, thought it was real, and sprayed Ridsect everywhere.
And slept back at 5. Shit.

Woke up at noon. CJ was online! Hah. We talked until my lappie hung up.

Shaz called and asked me out for lunch and Havoc.
And I thought, oh God, he's addicted to that game.
So I went to Ikea with him and Jovinna.
Joey, Rebecca, Alim and William joined us.

I won the game. For the first time.I even broke the record, five time champion throughout 9 battles.

So anyway, Shaz decided to stay for coffee so Jo and I had to take different cabs home.
Here's the molesting part. If you think it's juicy or whatsoever.
I went into the cab holding my hair gel.
It was an Indian man so I said, "Happy Deepavali"
He said going to KDU would be RM10 for it was holiday.
So I agreed and got into the car.
He started touching.
And touching.
And touching.
And touching himself.
And me, again.
And offered me a blowjob.

It's actually nowhere this simple.
It was the scariest experience of my life.
I didn't even let him send me home.
Just stopped at Petronas and I went inside until he drove away.
Fuckin' hell. Son of a cow.
I'm trying not to swear but that man deserved to be shot dead.


You might get burned,
Kev C.