
This is what I feel like. I do see the light at the end of the tunnel. Not sure if I'm gonna make it. The sanity is loosening its grip. Light is provided by the thought of the end. The end of all this work. put on Jar the Flies and fall back into the deep. I'm not bummed either. Just kinda running on auto pilot. Unable to make anything of my social life. Trapped in the inability to do anything. Always talking myself out of doing. I've accepted the TV as a substitute.
The thing is..... I've feel better about myself. I feel like I'm in a better place then I've ever been. I'm a wonderful man. I'm still dealing with the self image thing, but who isn't....? I love my job. I love my house. I love my family! I'm 32. I do not want kids. I like talking about myself. Listen to ME! I'm a cry baby. I need this, I need that.
What to do? Maybe I should join some cult. Maybe a swinging singles cult? Ever think of a religion? Church? My brother does the Jaycees.... Volunteer? Health club? Bowling league? Darts? All kinds of shit. I just need to grab my balls and give in to the fear and actually speak to someone. At this job I'm working there is about 247 hotties walking around interested in what "I" do.
Maybe a one night stand is what I need. Just one night of good ole PORKING! I'm not sorry for saying that either. Pron site and all. Maybe that's what I should do!?!!?!?
Now accepting applications for one night of awesome PORKING!
Whatever!
here is some wisdom from my Main Man Inspectah Deck of the Wu Tang Clan
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
