Ok so this is going to be a rather long entry, but stay with me because it’ll be worth it!
Me and two friends were going on a “Spirit Quest” in the forest yesterday, to chase ghosts and get drunk (mainly just get drunk). One of ‘em chickened out though, so it ended up just being me and my regular drinking buddy, Andreas. Now, I didn’t mind, because Andreas is seriously crazier than I am, and considering the fact that we had both rum and vodka with us this was bound to be epic.
I know how to tell when I’m starting to get intoxicated now, at least when drinking rum: I lose my gagging reflexes. (I get sick to my stomach from drinking rum ever since my little drunken adventure in school. I had too much of it that time, I seriously think I was close to alcohol poisoning)
Anyway, after finishing off the bottle of rum (it was a relatively small one, but it was enough to get us both more than just a little buzzed) Andreas realized that he craved cheeseburgers. I was like “nawr dude, McDonald’s will close in less than 20 minutes and we’re already up in the forest!” Andreas insisted though, saying “Fuck you! SPIRIT QUEST! First quest is time based!”
I caved in, but we nearly didn’t make it because I started chasing a rabbit over a field of grass and up into the forest again. But yeah we got there like three minutes before they closed, so I bought Andreas some cheeseburgers and figured we’d buy another one to go and try to bribe a former classmate living nearby into joining us for the night.
We didn’t know which house she lived in though, so we went up to her neighbourhood and called her on the cellphone. This was around midnight, but we didn’t care. I don’t remember exactly what I said when she picked up the phone, but I ranted about how we had a cheeseburger for her and she had to come outside. It turned out she was in Gothenburg though, so I started nomming on the burger myself, despite Andreas’ wailing and moaning. He snatched it from me though, the little shit! He just grabbed it, cheese, burger and ketchup flying everywhere as he wrestled it out of my hand. <_<
That’s when we decided to go and get two other friends who lived in town, but on our way there a police car passed by us, stopped, and started backing up towards us. They sometimes randomly search suspicious-looking people during the night, and since Andreas carried a rucksack with 2 bottles of vodka, 2 hunting knives, a flashlight, matches and incense sticks he made a run for it. I dunno if the police chased after him, but I doubt it, I wasn’t really aware of what was going on though and I wandered off to pass out on a staircase while waiting for meh drinking buddy to return.
That’s when I drunk dialled Sanna (RUNOFFSTAGE) I believe, but she was being a good sport about it all. 😀 Oh but when we reached the apartment where our two friends lived, we realized that there was a gate on the outside that we couldn’t get past. For some reason it was unlocked though, so yay we got inside anyways! As we knocked on their door our friends had no idea how we had gotten inside, but we were told to go away because it was the middle of the night and they had to go to work next morning. lol
Despite still being on our own, we were not disheartened! We went back up into the forest in search of a camping site we had checked out earlier. It was pitch black though so we couldn’t find it even with the flashlight, we ended up sitting on this small island that we KNOW is only like 200 meters away from the site! lol, but we couldn’t be bothered to look anymore. This is where I really shocked myself! Listen up: I. came. out. with my tickling fetish, bwaha! Andreas noticed when I drunk dialled Sanna, he was curious about who that was and we started talking about how I seem to have made a lot of “suspicious friends” lately. LOL
My TMF twinny should listen up now, because Andreas mentioned her and said it was weird because we seemed to have a brother-sister relationship judging from our interaction on Facebook. XD Hmm… should I be worried that Andreas clearly stalks my Facebook profile? 😛
Anyways, the conversation we had where I “came out” was pretty funny, this is basically how it went:
Andreas: …so yeah, who are all these people? And what’s NEST? You talked about it on the phone.
Me: Oh well you see I started posting on this forum sometime around the new year, and NEST is sort of a gathering for everyone who posts there…
Andreas: A forum huh? What kind of forum is it?
Me: It’s called the TMF, it’s, uh… a fetish forum…
Andreas: Wuuut? Seriously? Fucking kudos to you, people should just learn to live out their passions and embrace who they really are! Is it like bondage and stuff?
Me: Well bondage is a part of it to some, including myself, yeah… But it’s pretty softcore.
Andreas: Sweet! Are you a dom or a sub? …you’re a sub, aren’t you? (the latter said teasingly)
Me: *growls* I’m obviously a dom, you dick!
Andreas: Pfft, whatever. So what does TMF stand for anyway?
Me: The, uh… Tickling Media Forum…
Andreas: BWAHAHAHAHA!
Me: I TOLD you it was softcore!
Andreas: Dude, that doesn’t even constitute as “core” in the first place!
Hah, Andreas is like that, but he was perfectly fine with it. He’s into bondage and stuff too, which is why I guess I didn’t mind telling him how it was. This is final proof that I don’t really feel the NEED to come out to people though, because members on here have said how I totally should and how it will make me feel so much better. Nothing feels different to me though, or at least it doesn’t feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders or anything. Not surprising since there wasn’t anything about my fetish weighing me down in the first place. Ah, I just wonder WHY I don’t feel the need to let my close vanilla friends know this about me.
Nevermind.
We spent some more time in the forest, but we forgot to chase ghosts. We kinda just enjoyed the tranquillity, and then we argued philosophy for like two hours. To sum up what we concluded in those hours: “It’s just a fucking rainbow.” And no, I’m not really sure what that means either, but it’s what we ultimately agreed upon.
Oh, and here comes the most epic part of the night! Ya know the friends who couldn’t come with us because they had to get up for work? We decided to break into their apartment and make them breakfast, lolz. After buying bread, orange juice and yoghurt at a 24/7 convenience store we got to work! The gate outside was locked this time though, but Andreas was much less drunk than me and climbed over, unlocking it for me from the other side (there is an electric "switch" on the other side).
Now came the issue of sneaking into their apartment when the front door was locked. Andreas once again did his thing and entered through their bedroom window, via a balcony accessible in the corridor. (I told you he was crazier than me) Surprisingly he didn’t wake our friends up as he passed their bed and got out of the bedroom… Ninja skills! He got me inside and I guess we started making sandwiches. Next thing I remember though is like two hours later, when one of our friends, Isabelle, woke me up on a couch where I had passed out. She knows we are pretty weird, and luckily she found the whole thing hilarious. We explained that when we’re drunk we can walk through walls; we just end up in places not always knowing how. But yeah, breaking into someone’s house is something that can only sound brilliant when you’re drunk, though. XD
At this point it was 7 or 8 in the morning, so no more epic. We pretty much went home after that, and I’m still slightly hungover. Hah, but this is easily the awesomest night out I ever had!
Me and two friends were going on a “Spirit Quest” in the forest yesterday, to chase ghosts and get drunk (mainly just get drunk). One of ‘em chickened out though, so it ended up just being me and my regular drinking buddy, Andreas. Now, I didn’t mind, because Andreas is seriously crazier than I am, and considering the fact that we had both rum and vodka with us this was bound to be epic.
I know how to tell when I’m starting to get intoxicated now, at least when drinking rum: I lose my gagging reflexes. (I get sick to my stomach from drinking rum ever since my little drunken adventure in school. I had too much of it that time, I seriously think I was close to alcohol poisoning)
Anyway, after finishing off the bottle of rum (it was a relatively small one, but it was enough to get us both more than just a little buzzed) Andreas realized that he craved cheeseburgers. I was like “nawr dude, McDonald’s will close in less than 20 minutes and we’re already up in the forest!” Andreas insisted though, saying “Fuck you! SPIRIT QUEST! First quest is time based!”
I caved in, but we nearly didn’t make it because I started chasing a rabbit over a field of grass and up into the forest again. But yeah we got there like three minutes before they closed, so I bought Andreas some cheeseburgers and figured we’d buy another one to go and try to bribe a former classmate living nearby into joining us for the night.
We didn’t know which house she lived in though, so we went up to her neighbourhood and called her on the cellphone. This was around midnight, but we didn’t care. I don’t remember exactly what I said when she picked up the phone, but I ranted about how we had a cheeseburger for her and she had to come outside. It turned out she was in Gothenburg though, so I started nomming on the burger myself, despite Andreas’ wailing and moaning. He snatched it from me though, the little shit! He just grabbed it, cheese, burger and ketchup flying everywhere as he wrestled it out of my hand. <_<
That’s when we decided to go and get two other friends who lived in town, but on our way there a police car passed by us, stopped, and started backing up towards us. They sometimes randomly search suspicious-looking people during the night, and since Andreas carried a rucksack with 2 bottles of vodka, 2 hunting knives, a flashlight, matches and incense sticks he made a run for it. I dunno if the police chased after him, but I doubt it, I wasn’t really aware of what was going on though and I wandered off to pass out on a staircase while waiting for meh drinking buddy to return.
That’s when I drunk dialled Sanna (RUNOFFSTAGE) I believe, but she was being a good sport about it all. 😀 Oh but when we reached the apartment where our two friends lived, we realized that there was a gate on the outside that we couldn’t get past. For some reason it was unlocked though, so yay we got inside anyways! As we knocked on their door our friends had no idea how we had gotten inside, but we were told to go away because it was the middle of the night and they had to go to work next morning. lol
Despite still being on our own, we were not disheartened! We went back up into the forest in search of a camping site we had checked out earlier. It was pitch black though so we couldn’t find it even with the flashlight, we ended up sitting on this small island that we KNOW is only like 200 meters away from the site! lol, but we couldn’t be bothered to look anymore. This is where I really shocked myself! Listen up: I. came. out. with my tickling fetish, bwaha! Andreas noticed when I drunk dialled Sanna, he was curious about who that was and we started talking about how I seem to have made a lot of “suspicious friends” lately. LOL
My TMF twinny should listen up now, because Andreas mentioned her and said it was weird because we seemed to have a brother-sister relationship judging from our interaction on Facebook. XD Hmm… should I be worried that Andreas clearly stalks my Facebook profile? 😛
Anyways, the conversation we had where I “came out” was pretty funny, this is basically how it went:
Andreas: …so yeah, who are all these people? And what’s NEST? You talked about it on the phone.
Me: Oh well you see I started posting on this forum sometime around the new year, and NEST is sort of a gathering for everyone who posts there…
Andreas: A forum huh? What kind of forum is it?
Me: It’s called the TMF, it’s, uh… a fetish forum…
Andreas: Wuuut? Seriously? Fucking kudos to you, people should just learn to live out their passions and embrace who they really are! Is it like bondage and stuff?
Me: Well bondage is a part of it to some, including myself, yeah… But it’s pretty softcore.
Andreas: Sweet! Are you a dom or a sub? …you’re a sub, aren’t you? (the latter said teasingly)
Me: *growls* I’m obviously a dom, you dick!
Andreas: Pfft, whatever. So what does TMF stand for anyway?
Me: The, uh… Tickling Media Forum…
Andreas: BWAHAHAHAHA!
Me: I TOLD you it was softcore!
Andreas: Dude, that doesn’t even constitute as “core” in the first place!
Hah, Andreas is like that, but he was perfectly fine with it. He’s into bondage and stuff too, which is why I guess I didn’t mind telling him how it was. This is final proof that I don’t really feel the NEED to come out to people though, because members on here have said how I totally should and how it will make me feel so much better. Nothing feels different to me though, or at least it doesn’t feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders or anything. Not surprising since there wasn’t anything about my fetish weighing me down in the first place. Ah, I just wonder WHY I don’t feel the need to let my close vanilla friends know this about me.
Nevermind.
We spent some more time in the forest, but we forgot to chase ghosts. We kinda just enjoyed the tranquillity, and then we argued philosophy for like two hours. To sum up what we concluded in those hours: “It’s just a fucking rainbow.” And no, I’m not really sure what that means either, but it’s what we ultimately agreed upon.
Oh, and here comes the most epic part of the night! Ya know the friends who couldn’t come with us because they had to get up for work? We decided to break into their apartment and make them breakfast, lolz. After buying bread, orange juice and yoghurt at a 24/7 convenience store we got to work! The gate outside was locked this time though, but Andreas was much less drunk than me and climbed over, unlocking it for me from the other side (there is an electric "switch" on the other side).
Now came the issue of sneaking into their apartment when the front door was locked. Andreas once again did his thing and entered through their bedroom window, via a balcony accessible in the corridor. (I told you he was crazier than me) Surprisingly he didn’t wake our friends up as he passed their bed and got out of the bedroom… Ninja skills! He got me inside and I guess we started making sandwiches. Next thing I remember though is like two hours later, when one of our friends, Isabelle, woke me up on a couch where I had passed out. She knows we are pretty weird, and luckily she found the whole thing hilarious. We explained that when we’re drunk we can walk through walls; we just end up in places not always knowing how. But yeah, breaking into someone’s house is something that can only sound brilliant when you’re drunk, though. XD
At this point it was 7 or 8 in the morning, so no more epic. We pretty much went home after that, and I’m still slightly hungover. Hah, but this is easily the awesomest night out I ever had!
