And we're back. I'm appalled at how ridiculously pathetic my life is turning out. The highlight of this weekend is watching through all of season six and season seven of How I Met Your Mother. So I will concede, I miss my old life. I will also concede that I am now incredibly angry at how it got taken away. Some of you may have noticed that I had nothing much but kind words to say for my ex. Well, make that the one of you who I know actually bothers to read this crap.
Well, scratch that. I am angry. As it turns out, she's full of shit. I usually try to write more eloquently than this, but in honor of Occam's Razor, we will keep it simple. She is full of shit. I am very fucking angry. And that's all I have to say about that. I'm sorry ladies...I don't mean to lump you all in the same bucket, but I am having a really hard time differentiating between normal women who aren't out to screw you, lie to you, use to live out their "play house" fantasy and then kick you to the curb when they want to flip back into party girl mode. Bitches, bitches, bitches. I have no more to say.
Maybe it's time to dust off the old "hump n' dump" shoes. Give some of this back out there, and maintain the balance. Because really, at this point (and yes I do know that this makes me a completely terrible person and the usual male pig) I don't think I have any desire or capacity for something even resembling a relationship. Because really, I'll just go on a mistrustful investigative rampage, find something really small and stupid, over-react, and ruin the relationship. And that's assuming it's a nice, perfectly normal girl. If she's an actual bitch, I would probably find much worse.
Really, I just want to get them into bed, because I am tired of jerking off. There. I've put it out there. Go honesty. I'll find you all later, I need to find some wine because I'm too pissed off to sleep.
Well, scratch that. I am angry. As it turns out, she's full of shit. I usually try to write more eloquently than this, but in honor of Occam's Razor, we will keep it simple. She is full of shit. I am very fucking angry. And that's all I have to say about that. I'm sorry ladies...I don't mean to lump you all in the same bucket, but I am having a really hard time differentiating between normal women who aren't out to screw you, lie to you, use to live out their "play house" fantasy and then kick you to the curb when they want to flip back into party girl mode. Bitches, bitches, bitches. I have no more to say.
Maybe it's time to dust off the old "hump n' dump" shoes. Give some of this back out there, and maintain the balance. Because really, at this point (and yes I do know that this makes me a completely terrible person and the usual male pig) I don't think I have any desire or capacity for something even resembling a relationship. Because really, I'll just go on a mistrustful investigative rampage, find something really small and stupid, over-react, and ruin the relationship. And that's assuming it's a nice, perfectly normal girl. If she's an actual bitch, I would probably find much worse.
Really, I just want to get them into bed, because I am tired of jerking off. There. I've put it out there. Go honesty. I'll find you all later, I need to find some wine because I'm too pissed off to sleep.