portrait of an american psycho 4
YOUVE ALREADY BEEN WARNED IN THE PREVIOUS SECTIONS, IF YOU FORGOT WHAT IT SAID, GO BACK AND LOOK AT THEM, GODDAMMIT.
undergraduate learning center. known as the uglc. ive had a good majority of my classes here, in various rooms. i dont think ive had a class within the same room just yet. the entire building is busy with conversation. the only words i can make out are in spanish, which i have no clue on what they are saying. this girl in a somewhat hippy attire is walking across the open hallway and i find a small intrest either in her humble attractive looks or simply because she has on thick eyeliner. distracted, i stare at her ass through her jeans and try to see if she is wearing sandals. my attention breaks from the girl and i walk into my english class.
"so whats the plan?" i hear from the phone. i stare blankly at the t.v screen as my brother is repeatingly watching various episodes of law and order: criminal intent. i enjoy the show on how twisted and puzzling the stories can get, as well as vincent denoffrio's character detective goren, and how he can find details that no one would ever think of looking for. its still odd that quite a few years ago, he was the infamous character of 'pyles' in full metal jacket. i sometimes still expect to see him as he was in his final scene of the movie, before he shoots r. lee ermy.
i pull my eyes away from the t.v screen and get back to the phone, "huh?"
"i was asking about whats going on tonight?"
my mind has drawn a blank. i want to go out to drink, as well as to get laid. the back of my mind constantly pondering as to where would be the best place to find a little hardbody. im feeling in the mood for great tits, a pretty face that looks straight out of a hollywood factory, black eyeliner, short or regular black skirt, fishnet stockings and tall boots. just about everytime i see a girl dressed that way, i cant help but check her out.
i absolutely hate not going somewhere on a friday or saturday night. there are some girls i quickly think about calling, though i remember that earlier that day, i already did call, and my offer was declined each time. these stupid bitches made up excusess how they would love to accompany me that night but already have plans. i wanted to ask them about why they would say they would want to go out that night, all the while they truly dont want to (not with me anyway). being lied to is one thing that REALLY gets to my bad side. but its their loss. im actually quite the gentleman when i want to be. but thats a problem as well. see, women say they want a nice guy, but the truth is actually that it is nothing but words. ive grown up being told that im too nice, too immature, to this, too that, or not enough whatever. one instance was being rejected and told that i dont act my age, there being a two year difference between her and i (her being older), and the next bit of information i catch later is something going on between her and a seventeen year old. its another one of those moments that just killed a little more of the nice guy in me, and feeding the anger i try to keep in. there is always the argument that nice girls can never find nice guys, but that is only due to just about every girl fucking over a nice guy like me, which in turn only creates another asshole. its a rather stupid thing when you think about it. both men and women complain that they can never find someone nice, all the while we are making even more assholes and bitches out of the nice people we didnt want. people who say that they dont know what they want are full of shit. we all know what we want in a companion, sometimes we're just afraid to say so, because we dont want to hurt someone's feelings. the truth does hurt, but being lied to can destroy a life.
i think about calling lisa, but decide not to. ive recently gotten the impression that im being pushed away, which only makes me want her more. i tend to strive for what i know is out of reach, but hell, we all need short term goals.
instead i leave the house, dressed in my normal attire, and breath in the cool night air. i can already tell its going to be a fun night. i get in my car and drive down the street to pick up my friend, smiley, whom i had been talking to on the phone just earlier.
that night, i dissapeared from the crowded venue, find a middle aged couple, and stab out their throats until i can stick my hand down them. i dont even bother to clean up the blood on my hands. tonight i just dont give a fuck.
© morfiend 2005
undergraduate learning center. known as the uglc. ive had a good majority of my classes here, in various rooms. i dont think ive had a class within the same room just yet. the entire building is busy with conversation. the only words i can make out are in spanish, which i have no clue on what they are saying. this girl in a somewhat hippy attire is walking across the open hallway and i find a small intrest either in her humble attractive looks or simply because she has on thick eyeliner. distracted, i stare at her ass through her jeans and try to see if she is wearing sandals. my attention breaks from the girl and i walk into my english class.
"so whats the plan?" i hear from the phone. i stare blankly at the t.v screen as my brother is repeatingly watching various episodes of law and order: criminal intent. i enjoy the show on how twisted and puzzling the stories can get, as well as vincent denoffrio's character detective goren, and how he can find details that no one would ever think of looking for. its still odd that quite a few years ago, he was the infamous character of 'pyles' in full metal jacket. i sometimes still expect to see him as he was in his final scene of the movie, before he shoots r. lee ermy.
i pull my eyes away from the t.v screen and get back to the phone, "huh?"
"i was asking about whats going on tonight?"
my mind has drawn a blank. i want to go out to drink, as well as to get laid. the back of my mind constantly pondering as to where would be the best place to find a little hardbody. im feeling in the mood for great tits, a pretty face that looks straight out of a hollywood factory, black eyeliner, short or regular black skirt, fishnet stockings and tall boots. just about everytime i see a girl dressed that way, i cant help but check her out.
i absolutely hate not going somewhere on a friday or saturday night. there are some girls i quickly think about calling, though i remember that earlier that day, i already did call, and my offer was declined each time. these stupid bitches made up excusess how they would love to accompany me that night but already have plans. i wanted to ask them about why they would say they would want to go out that night, all the while they truly dont want to (not with me anyway). being lied to is one thing that REALLY gets to my bad side. but its their loss. im actually quite the gentleman when i want to be. but thats a problem as well. see, women say they want a nice guy, but the truth is actually that it is nothing but words. ive grown up being told that im too nice, too immature, to this, too that, or not enough whatever. one instance was being rejected and told that i dont act my age, there being a two year difference between her and i (her being older), and the next bit of information i catch later is something going on between her and a seventeen year old. its another one of those moments that just killed a little more of the nice guy in me, and feeding the anger i try to keep in. there is always the argument that nice girls can never find nice guys, but that is only due to just about every girl fucking over a nice guy like me, which in turn only creates another asshole. its a rather stupid thing when you think about it. both men and women complain that they can never find someone nice, all the while we are making even more assholes and bitches out of the nice people we didnt want. people who say that they dont know what they want are full of shit. we all know what we want in a companion, sometimes we're just afraid to say so, because we dont want to hurt someone's feelings. the truth does hurt, but being lied to can destroy a life.
i think about calling lisa, but decide not to. ive recently gotten the impression that im being pushed away, which only makes me want her more. i tend to strive for what i know is out of reach, but hell, we all need short term goals.
instead i leave the house, dressed in my normal attire, and breath in the cool night air. i can already tell its going to be a fun night. i get in my car and drive down the street to pick up my friend, smiley, whom i had been talking to on the phone just earlier.
that night, i dissapeared from the crowded venue, find a middle aged couple, and stab out their throats until i can stick my hand down them. i dont even bother to clean up the blood on my hands. tonight i just dont give a fuck.
© morfiend 2005