Alright.
Perhaps it's time to talk something with a tad bit more substance.
I never understood how I would fall into these ruts of only being able to communicate things like, "Today I went to the zoo. I saw a monkey. Blah blah blah, it was Tuesday."
If that makes any sense to anyone, tell me now. I'm a tad bit drunk.
Anyway.
Seeing as this is my safe journal, where I can say anything I want, I think I am going to rant for awhile.
See, my other journal is closely monitored by a few good friends of mine. Sometimes they don't eactly, how do I put this, UNDERSTAND what I am trying to convey.
IM FUCKING BORED!
I moved into a new place last month. First time out on my own.
Ok, there was a lot of parties, shit like that going on. I think in the first week Imet more people staying home then the past year going out.
Anyway.
It's still like that.
Every damn night, the drunken bastards show up, and we sit there. Watch DVD's. Argue out what producer fucked over what musician. Argue about the stupidest things regarding pop culture that 90 percent of the would would never give a flying fuck about.
Ok. So it's like this.
I want to go out. I want to meet people. I'm fucking lonely.
Perhaps I should be more blunt.
Spending every damn night with the guys watching the world around me get drunk is fucking awful on my libido.
Not to mention that, I'm just plain lonely.
That's why I have these here internet journals. I tend to make myself believe someone out there is listening.
There is a woman in my life currently. Not dating, or anything too serious.
That seems to be the problem.
It's funny though, opposites really do attract. I learned this one first hand.
Here's the details in a nutshell:
Me.
Rather jaded, highly misanthropic.
Different wardrobe than most people would normally have.
Tattoos.
Occasionally piercings if Im in the mood for them.
Drinks.
Smokes.
Specializes in certain illegal activities.
Athiest with a question mark on his head.
Well, not athiest, just more inquisitive you could say.
Her.
Anti-Drugs
Anti-Smoking
Anti-Drinking.
Devout Christian.
No tattoos.
Hometown has world record (i looked this up people) number of churches on one street.
Yeah, for lack of something a lil less cliched, Salt and Pepper.
I've been in this position before.
It always ends badly.
I "adjust" certain things about myself when shes around.
Smoke less, don't drink. Shit like that.
Take the cross made out of a dummy shotgun off the wall.
It made sense to hang it there at the time.
Moving on.
I really don't expect anyone to be reading this. I only have it up here to bitch about things I can't bitch about on the other journal, cause I just don't want to answer and fucking questions.
"Why do you wanna go out?"
"Why are you lonely, you got us as brothers."
I love them dearly, but damnit, I need my time to myself, to do MY THING.
I don't exactly have a "thing" as of yet, but R and D tells me in the coming years I may find a hobby.
Alright, well, I think this is enough for now. No one is at my place right now, so I think I am going to sneak out into downtown Chicago and go to some Diner.
God I am pathetic.
Perhaps it's time to talk something with a tad bit more substance.
I never understood how I would fall into these ruts of only being able to communicate things like, "Today I went to the zoo. I saw a monkey. Blah blah blah, it was Tuesday."
If that makes any sense to anyone, tell me now. I'm a tad bit drunk.
Anyway.
Seeing as this is my safe journal, where I can say anything I want, I think I am going to rant for awhile.
See, my other journal is closely monitored by a few good friends of mine. Sometimes they don't eactly, how do I put this, UNDERSTAND what I am trying to convey.
IM FUCKING BORED!
I moved into a new place last month. First time out on my own.
Ok, there was a lot of parties, shit like that going on. I think in the first week Imet more people staying home then the past year going out.
Anyway.
It's still like that.
Every damn night, the drunken bastards show up, and we sit there. Watch DVD's. Argue out what producer fucked over what musician. Argue about the stupidest things regarding pop culture that 90 percent of the would would never give a flying fuck about.
Ok. So it's like this.
I want to go out. I want to meet people. I'm fucking lonely.
Perhaps I should be more blunt.
Spending every damn night with the guys watching the world around me get drunk is fucking awful on my libido.
Not to mention that, I'm just plain lonely.
That's why I have these here internet journals. I tend to make myself believe someone out there is listening.
There is a woman in my life currently. Not dating, or anything too serious.
That seems to be the problem.
It's funny though, opposites really do attract. I learned this one first hand.
Here's the details in a nutshell:
Me.
Rather jaded, highly misanthropic.
Different wardrobe than most people would normally have.
Tattoos.
Occasionally piercings if Im in the mood for them.
Drinks.
Smokes.
Specializes in certain illegal activities.
Athiest with a question mark on his head.
Well, not athiest, just more inquisitive you could say.
Her.
Anti-Drugs
Anti-Smoking
Anti-Drinking.
Devout Christian.
No tattoos.
Hometown has world record (i looked this up people) number of churches on one street.
Yeah, for lack of something a lil less cliched, Salt and Pepper.
I've been in this position before.
It always ends badly.
I "adjust" certain things about myself when shes around.
Smoke less, don't drink. Shit like that.
Take the cross made out of a dummy shotgun off the wall.
It made sense to hang it there at the time.
Moving on.
I really don't expect anyone to be reading this. I only have it up here to bitch about things I can't bitch about on the other journal, cause I just don't want to answer and fucking questions.
"Why do you wanna go out?"
"Why are you lonely, you got us as brothers."
I love them dearly, but damnit, I need my time to myself, to do MY THING.
I don't exactly have a "thing" as of yet, but R and D tells me in the coming years I may find a hobby.
Alright, well, I think this is enough for now. No one is at my place right now, so I think I am going to sneak out into downtown Chicago and go to some Diner.
God I am pathetic.
fusionface:
nice fucking tats man. I'll read more of the journal when its not 6:45 in the morning.
