thedarkharlequin

got bored, decided to get my camera out, but batteries were dead. found out there's a albertsons near my house, so that was cool. went and bought batteries and film. met a cute blonde girl who has a cousin with a mohawk. left, came home, took a few pictures. burnt out pretty quick. no the blonde didn't come home, and no there's no pictures of said blonde.

i hate nights like this. I do absofuckinglutely nothing all week, saving up my whole life for the weekend, then it gets here and I end up trapped in my room by my own manic episodes.

really every weekend is a lie, i'm not going out to meet new people, or drink, or have a good time. mainly, I just want to fuck, and hope I'll meet a girl with the same thing on her mind. it never happens.

call me chauvinistic, call me a pig, but damn it, that's the way i'm wired.
no complications, no talking like either one of us gives a shit what the other says, just satisfying a need.

i'm a miserable human being.