paper cut & Leon

I sliced my index finger right down the tip while at work. Must have been deep, because immediately a single,  thick drop of blood oozed out. And as I sat there staring at the crimson streak slowly making it's way down my hand, I didn't notice Joe (my supervisor, did I mention how handsome he is? quite) talking to me. I snapped out of it and shoved my finger into my mouth. "So is that okay, Lafayette?" Uuuuh what? With my finger still in my mouth. "Overtime this Friday..." Oh yeah, sure, GREAT! He smiled, "Good to hear. Do you want a band aid for that?" I nodded like an idiot. *facepalm*

If my blood didn't taste bad enough, I'm sure my behavior did. Good thing Joe is super laid-back. Everyone in the office practically wants the guy. Even the guys I guess. Joe is like that one popular jock in high school movies who is involved in everything. Goes that extra mile. Basically a friend to every "click". Okay I sound super ridiculous now, but you get my drift. He's genuinely a nice guy and he cares about us. So we got off work early. YEAH SON! My finger is throbbing like a biotch right now though. Ugh.

Anyway... on to Leon. Remember that post, I posted earlier about me gettin' caught in the rain blah blah and this stranger pulled over and asked if I needed a ride? Yeah... that one. Well whattya know, a few weeks later and guess where I'm aaaat?! In his room. Oh but it gets better, I'm sitting on his bed as I type... hehehe. Ew, and no we are not doing stuff. GAAASH. I have standards, y'know. Ha, Jk. I get carried away. But everything prior to that is actually true. There's old hip hop playing in the background while his balcony door is wide open... his room is fairly cold now, causing stinging sensations up my nostrils with each inhale. Oddly enough, I like it. He's laying next to me. We were talking just a few minutes ago and it fell quiet. I decided to blog. Trying my best not to make such a hassle typing yet failing, quite miserably. I keep forgetting about my finger. I would hit a key and then would have to bite down on my lip as to not make any sounds. I don't want to wake him up because he looks so peaceful with the slow rise and fall of his chest.


I should probably explain how I got here, huh? Well I'm not going to. I have wake to him up now so he can take me home. I mean I  honestly can't believe I agreed to come here in the first place. But I don't regret it. I wanted to feel spontaneous... leave me alone.

Ciao x