necesito to write or something
is sunday. is football. no es FOOTBALL, pero is football, is good. saints clinched the division. is good. saints didn't win today. is okay. was good game. was bullshit calls. is always bullshit calls. and false starts. fuck miller or whatever his name is.
watched Man On Fire with mom tonight, necessarily after the niece went to bed. i like watching movies with my mom, 'cause she actually watches the movies instead of reading a book (like dad) or talking incessantly (like everybody else). she likes movies the same way i do. seriously, quietly, and completely. i dunno, i probably got that from her. i think i might be a momma's boy. anyway i tend to have more fun hanging out with her.
i've gotten active on eharmony again. not really sure why; the first experiment didn't go so swimmingly but i figure living in one place for three years might actually help things out. give me time to work my way into falling desperately in love with someone who doesn't necessarily need me to be living at home the whole time. it's weird trying to find someone who can be devoted without being attached. shit, i hope i can do that. either that or i'm gonna be very single and very unhappy for the next three years.
it's probably a bad thing that the easiest way to my heart is being a stripper. like, seriously, i fall madly in love with strippers, all the time. beautiful girls at the bookstore, the gorgeous chick with the psychology textbook winking over her glasses at me, they get nothing, but take your clothes off for money and be halfway attractive and i'm half in the bag already. there's probably something horribly wrong with me. hopefully i'll figure it out in time to start taking it seriously.
i think what i'd really like is to be able to have nine or ten committed relationships, a couple with girls in town, and a couple with girls in places i visit, and a couple with girls i'll only ever see online. hmm. couple, couple, couple. that's only six. okay, maybe several in each place. and a maid to keep the house clean. or a live-in whatever to do the same thing. jeez, i dunno.
well, that went in a weird direction. i'm off to bed.
watched Man On Fire with mom tonight, necessarily after the niece went to bed. i like watching movies with my mom, 'cause she actually watches the movies instead of reading a book (like dad) or talking incessantly (like everybody else). she likes movies the same way i do. seriously, quietly, and completely. i dunno, i probably got that from her. i think i might be a momma's boy. anyway i tend to have more fun hanging out with her.
i've gotten active on eharmony again. not really sure why; the first experiment didn't go so swimmingly but i figure living in one place for three years might actually help things out. give me time to work my way into falling desperately in love with someone who doesn't necessarily need me to be living at home the whole time. it's weird trying to find someone who can be devoted without being attached. shit, i hope i can do that. either that or i'm gonna be very single and very unhappy for the next three years.
it's probably a bad thing that the easiest way to my heart is being a stripper. like, seriously, i fall madly in love with strippers, all the time. beautiful girls at the bookstore, the gorgeous chick with the psychology textbook winking over her glasses at me, they get nothing, but take your clothes off for money and be halfway attractive and i'm half in the bag already. there's probably something horribly wrong with me. hopefully i'll figure it out in time to start taking it seriously.
i think what i'd really like is to be able to have nine or ten committed relationships, a couple with girls in town, and a couple with girls in places i visit, and a couple with girls i'll only ever see online. hmm. couple, couple, couple. that's only six. okay, maybe several in each place. and a maid to keep the house clean. or a live-in whatever to do the same thing. jeez, i dunno.
well, that went in a weird direction. i'm off to bed.