inkedinaustin78

So my roommate sings.
a lot
all the time
and poorly

and whenever you mention it to him, it's this same story about how he was an only child and as a result grew up singing and humming to himself. It's just annoying unless he's standing outside your door singing at 1am, and you're trying to sleep. Why am i trying to sleep at 1am on a saturday night? because there's no girlfriend and no fucking in my life.

do they understand that shit? nooo. he and his wife have a fairly sex-less relationship. they were reading some census figure about sexual activity in married couples, and joking about their fucking averaging out to once every few months. wheeee
and his wife has a lot of lesbian friends, which makes me wonder. I like the lesbians, they're all really sweet girls, I had a lesbian friend in NY who once asked me "how come you're the only guy who hasn't tried to fuck me?"
I said, "the only arguments i could use to convince you onto my dick would be total hypocrisy. I love women, you love women, we can agree to agree that women are better."
and it's true. I'm just lucky that there are some women out there who already like dick, because i haven't the skills or conviction to persuade them to change their minds.
of course, as far as my life goes, they might all be lesbians.
I mean we're going to be coming up on a sexless YEAR in a few months.

and how much masturbation is too much masturbation? 2? 3? 4 times a day? my roommates tell me no woman on earth will want to fool around as often as I do. I guess I'm looking for a unicorn or something, wishing for a girl who will find me attractive and be interested in a few orgasms every day.

I often wonder if there's something seriously miss-wired in my brain.

and if he sings again (god fucking dammit he sings to the DOGs) i'm going to knock him out. all i ask for is a little peace and quiet sometimes...