True Story

I think I've got it all figured out.

On a subconscious level, I am only romantically attracted to females who possess traits with which I would wish to see reproduced in my offspring. Seriously. Figures. Every potential partner must be an ideal candidate for procreation with. As such, I have yet to get around working up enough romantic interest as there are very few people whom I know that have qualities that I would like to see replicated.

Oh, damn. I've worked myself up into a tizzy again.

Hello,

Goodbye.

I am more active here "https://twitter.com/#!/dociousaliexpil", because as much it is very hard to think in more than a 140 characters in this digital world.

Yes, I am a luddite.

My mother's taking the opportunity to sneak me some money on the pretext of buying breakfast for her.

So, I have come to this.

Absolutely fucking disgraceful.

Shit sticks.

I think I miss people. Not just any fucker of the street but meaningful interaction with people.

Oh, man.

No shit, asshole.

In need of some quiet. And some direction in life.

I wish I had someone to turn to for some answers.

Well.

Apparently I have an audience now.





Although it is very very meager.

KING OF THE WORLD!

One day. Just you wait.







Surely, the time will come when I've lost enough of my mind that I will be able to live out my fantasies (in my head).