Like, Love. Maybe Not.

It's been nearly 3 years since I was last properly involved in a romantic escapade in the form of a relationship. 3 years, which I figure is way too long since I've had the good fortune to have a person to revolve my life around. It's weird because I think that the longer that I'm going on without feeling absolutely intimate with an individual the less attuned I am to the fabulous intricacies of human emotion. More recently I've been blasé and harder to please, hardly anything is exciting or brings great big cheery rainbows into memory anymore.

It's quite sad because recently I was introduced this girl by a friend who recognized my ailments and I found that I wasn't in the least bit interested in her. Which is terrible, because oh god if the prospect of booty doesn't even excite me anymore, whatever do I have to do to get fixed?.

I need to get an ipod soon, because if nothing music is a good for passing time and inducing analgesia. Not like, I'm fucking emo or anything, just kinda concerned for lack of concern for anything else.

People Pleaser.

Who reads this anymore?

Writing this has become more of an annoying tic that I have to address whenever I have an internet connection and enough energy to muster. Once, someone who had recently discovered this told me that I was a funny guy. Which was also quite funny in its own way, because I firmly believe that I am not. More recently, this has degenerated into sporadic one liners which don't even entertain. That, is very sad and should not be allowed to continue. I intend to do something about it.

Celebrate!

Figuring out where to celebrate birthdays is a headache. I mean, it would be so much better and a lot more fuss free if you were to simply surprise me, or just transfer cash into my bank account.

Or, help me find the love of my life. That would be a lot more appreciated.

Hello World!

I kind of get how war veterans have difficulty adjusting to civilian line after returning from operations. It's been about two weeks since I've been shuttled away to the edge of this country ensuring the safety of the world's leaders and I just can't seem to shake the feeling I need to be ammunition on be on the lookout for nasty nasty terrorists.


Oooh civilisation, let's get reacquainted!

Huzzah!

Once again, I am saved by the wonders of the world through extreme misrepresentation. I am now, free from the angry angry man who wasn't the least bit intrigued by other people and am now a foolish, foolish youth(?) completely at the mercy of whatever magical fancy takes hold of me.

P.S. It has always been a fantasy to be able to shoot at someone while in the service of the nation. I may be disappearing for a couple of weeks, and it is my greatest wish that one such opportunity will arise while I am carrying out whatever orders our glorious armed forces may have for me.

Think well of me, if you do not hear from me again!