A Sarlaac Pit of Platonic Frustration
That pretty much covers everything I'd have to say here, but for the sake of talking I'll say it all anyways.
Fortunately no one ever seems to notice how much I wallow in my own self-pity. Mainly because my self-pity takes the form of a ridiculously inflated ego on the border of a god complex and big parties. Fortunately I can feel great about this, since, you know, it takes a real man to hide his feelings so perfectly.
Perhaps, though, this time might be better. Maybe the I'll be able to get over my crippling fear of intimacy and sweap THCFM off her feet...
To counter all of that, though, he're another terrific one liner.
If buddha ever tried to feel me up, I'd REALLY show him that all life is suffering.
Fortunately no one ever seems to notice how much I wallow in my own self-pity. Mainly because my self-pity takes the form of a ridiculously inflated ego on the border of a god complex and big parties. Fortunately I can feel great about this, since, you know, it takes a real man to hide his feelings so perfectly.
Perhaps, though, this time might be better. Maybe the I'll be able to get over my crippling fear of intimacy and sweap THCFM off her feet...
To counter all of that, though, he're another terrific one liner.
If buddha ever tried to feel me up, I'd REALLY show him that all life is suffering.