Unbelieveable

Taking time off from driving. It's been... 12 hours of driving or so. I don't even know where the hell I am anymore. I'm headed south, and not looking back for a while. I think by now I'm in Mexico, I haven't been paying attention. My GPS was yelling at me, so I threw it out the window an hour into the ride.

Let's rewind, shall we? Last night I was in a horribly angry mood, who the hell knows why. I decided to get all of my steam out at one of Seattle's clubs, Contour. Dancing always helps rid me of my anger. After finding a semi-decent dance partner, we slipped out the door and I drained him behind the club. He was delicious, which lightened my mood further. Upon returning to the dance floor, I found myself a new partner, just as decent.

Well, you could see my good mood has since been horrible. 10 minutes into dancing, I get that awful smell suck in my nose again. I wish I could have been sleeping, dreaming. I started to panic - I was alone, and there was a damn wolf in the club. They should really stick to running around in the woods and staying out of Seattle. Anyways, I scanned the crowd and didn't see the guys that we ran into at the other club. I went to sit at the bar to try and clear my mind; I'd already started shaking in both anger and fear. Then some girl who smelt like she'd hung around pups approached me, asking if she knew me. I froze, and denied knowing her. Then one of the pup's girlfriends said she remembered me from the other night. I knew it was time to book it. It was only a matter of time before the pups came after me. I ran out of the club and went home, packed my shit in a bag, and just started driving.

So, of course it's my fault. I was the one who was by myself, trying to enjoy a nice night in the club. Who knew I'd run into them. You think after last time, they'd steer clear of this city. Whatever, I don't wish to get torn apart by some chick's beast of a boyfriend. Which brings me here, in Mexico - possibly Arizona. /Sighs/ I guess I'll write again when I have a better internet connection, or when I figure out what the hell I'm going to do now that I'm here.

xoxo,
Leice