Cracked Stone.

Apr 27, 2006 04:25

Any and all girls who want to come over to the apartment tonight and flirt with me when I get out of work are welcome. I'll be here, lonely. All alone. Just me and myself, probably reading a BOOK or something. a book or SOMETHING.

About Me: I don't pick up drunk girls at bars. I don't wear a striped, button down shirt. There is no gel in my hair. I have no tattoos. I don't wear jewelry. I don't get phone numbers for 14 girls in one night.

My game is tight. It's outside the lines of competition when the elixirs tease my steez.

(I plan on locking my bedroom door and putting the headphones on so remember to bring a sweatshirt for the walk home.)

((I unleash umbrage upon the underlying ubiquitousness of the unknown and unfulfilled, upon the ulteriors that unveil the ugly underbelly of the untamed and underfilled, upon the undulating urgency of the underwhelming and ultimately unsatisfying one night thrill.))

Friends have their own advice but very rarely put VESTED interest to the side when offering themselves. Nothing is more cliche than one that doesn't have successful relationships discouraging another with more opportunities. When caught in a sticky situation we can't see the forest through the trees and turn to those close to us. Closeness does NOT give a person a "know what's best for you" badge. A common phrase I like to use is "a wiseman takes the advice of many, only a fool follows any of it."

So I guess I'll be a fool, because he is probably right.

Time to focus on my life, my writing career, family, etc.... you know? Things that matter. Girls only bring me misery.

Thank you for the advice.
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