Once again... I am not dead... yet.
I have been working a butt ton and it has been sucking my ass!!!! My band hasn't practiced in like a month. We were suppose to get together tonight but I cannot get the guitar player to call me back. I my minimal time between work and sleep, I've been baking. No, not the pot but real baking. I've made my grandmother's ultra- awesome waffle cookies twice and everyone fiends over them like they were made of crack. Well, almost crack... butter. I need to make another batch for some other people here locally. Maybe, I'll have some left over.
To be honest, I have had some ups and downs over the past couple weeks. My psoriasis is getting bad again, which makes me super self-conscious about talking to anyone, especially women. I thought I might have a chance with this one girl but now I cannot even get up the courage to talk to her. I am not getting any younger, any better looking, or any more desirable. I'm sorry for bringing the mood down but this is my only form of therapy. Either this or I get left alone with my brain and we all knows what happens then...
I also get 1 day off to go home for Christmas. Hopefully I can get some shit together next year so I can make it back to Bodymore to hang out.
I'll be back....
I have been working a butt ton and it has been sucking my ass!!!! My band hasn't practiced in like a month. We were suppose to get together tonight but I cannot get the guitar player to call me back. I my minimal time between work and sleep, I've been baking. No, not the pot but real baking. I've made my grandmother's ultra- awesome waffle cookies twice and everyone fiends over them like they were made of crack. Well, almost crack... butter. I need to make another batch for some other people here locally. Maybe, I'll have some left over.
To be honest, I have had some ups and downs over the past couple weeks. My psoriasis is getting bad again, which makes me super self-conscious about talking to anyone, especially women. I thought I might have a chance with this one girl but now I cannot even get up the courage to talk to her. I am not getting any younger, any better looking, or any more desirable. I'm sorry for bringing the mood down but this is my only form of therapy. Either this or I get left alone with my brain and we all knows what happens then...
I also get 1 day off to go home for Christmas. Hopefully I can get some shit together next year so I can make it back to Bodymore to hang out.I'll be back....
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And I think people actually get *more* desirable as they get older. Yes, me, who often dates the young 'uns.