Well, Rachel and I were messing around in my room, trying to be so secretive and what not.  It was all romantic and shit for a little bit but then she had this bright idea that she should start tickling me.  I'm not the most ticklish person I know but I am pretty ticklish.  I let her pretend she was winning for a bit and then I grabbed her and pulled her towards me.  It was now a race to see who could win.  Would she pull away or would I get some tickin' action on her.  I tried to pin her down and get all frisky with her. 

   However, she was pulling away from me and managed to stand up.  We both kept pulling both our respective ways and I guess the force just happened to pull us apart.  I went flying backwards onto the bed and she flew across the room smashing into my guitar which was sitting on the stand, and then she hit the wall, lucky for her the guitar broke most of her fall. 

    Needless to say my guitar smashed in half and the wall has a huge chunk out of it.  Pretty much SUCKS!  It wasn't the kind of suckage I was hoping for tonight, but who ever gets what they want anyway?  The whole thing completley sucks so bad that I want to vomit and probably should so I can the nausea out of my stomach. 

   I am a pretty avid guitar player and don't know what I'm going to do now.  Obviously I can just get a new guitar but my freaking wall has a hole the size of a big egg in it and my parents are probably going to revert to the old days and get the belt out and whip my ass raw.  Also my favorite guitar in history is smashed up.  I didn't even get any action from Rachel because let me tell you, when your're fucking wall gets smashed in and your guitar gets destroyed you kind of lose any horniness you might have had moments earleir.