julianbleach

My arm is sore, my sockets popped & my ligaments torn from spending too much time reaching for the elusive cookie jar on the top shelf, and just like a kid, I still refuse to settle for second best, such as grandmas hard boiled candy. Insanity is indeed doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results. But here I stand, years later, in the same spot, still stretching and trying to will some magical Jedi mindpower tricks to get my prize. And theres no one around to help me with this. I have to make the Cookies like me. Ok, ok, this metaphor isnt working.

After months of speculation, I can sum up my problem like this - I like the girls who are smart enough or know better than to be attracted to guys like me.