The Prediction
God, Livejournal enteries are so boring aren't they? Really- if it were a choice between re-reading old journal enteries or rectally inserting a porcuipine into myself, I would always choose the porcupine as more exciting. I mean, I feel like I should hand out little cards at the end of these saying 'thank you for taking time to read this, really, thank you', or at least give them some chocoalates or something.
Well, all this is kinda pointless, but then what isn't? OK; so, today Rachel, Pearcey's girlfriend at the moment for those of you who were unaware, told me that she thought I was one of those guys who would probably, when I was twenty five or so, turn into someone all the girls would really want. Surprisingly, this isn't the first time this has been said to me: lots of girls (I shit you not, LOTS of girls) tell me that I'll probably be really attractive when I'm older (not now then, I guess), and they have been saying so for years. I distinctly remember being told I'd probably be really good looking by the time I was 17/18. Hmmmm... still, it's to be expected isn't it? No matter how many people predicted my future good looks, I still managed to beat the odds.
This isn't the first time Rachel has commented on this side of my life- in fact, on Monday she started speculating how me and Jess would make a good couple- personally I think she's hoping to become a pimp for me; or set me up with someone so we can double date with her and Pearcey (when they're not shagging like horny rabbits on viagra). Explains the sudden interest.
Actually, at this current point in my life I don't think the oppertunity to have sex will ever arise again for me. I just can't see it: I can't think of any possible chain of events that would lead to it, ever. No matter how I look at it.
Oh well, I guess when I'm desperate enough, I'll just use the method Will suggested (please, no comments on Will's sexual promiscuity either...) "booze and prostitutes Mark, booze and sluts, that's all you need..." (ok, he didn't use the word 'slut', Will would never use the word 'Slut', but I'm paraphrasing). So I guess that's that then, though I imagine the cost will be a little steep. Still, it'll be worth it.
Then again, I may not have to, come 25 or so I may be a male model for Calvin Kline with the girls all fighting for a glimpse of me, though, if the current trend is anything to go by, I wouldn't hold my breath.
This is Mark, not as depressed as I may sound, signing off for the evening. Goodnight, and be sure to stay tuned for 'super sounds of the seventies', up next. (And a signed photo of me gargling transmission fluid to anyone who can tell me what that is a reference to...).
Well, all this is kinda pointless, but then what isn't? OK; so, today Rachel, Pearcey's girlfriend at the moment for those of you who were unaware, told me that she thought I was one of those guys who would probably, when I was twenty five or so, turn into someone all the girls would really want. Surprisingly, this isn't the first time this has been said to me: lots of girls (I shit you not, LOTS of girls) tell me that I'll probably be really attractive when I'm older (not now then, I guess), and they have been saying so for years. I distinctly remember being told I'd probably be really good looking by the time I was 17/18. Hmmmm... still, it's to be expected isn't it? No matter how many people predicted my future good looks, I still managed to beat the odds.
This isn't the first time Rachel has commented on this side of my life- in fact, on Monday she started speculating how me and Jess would make a good couple- personally I think she's hoping to become a pimp for me; or set me up with someone so we can double date with her and Pearcey (when they're not shagging like horny rabbits on viagra). Explains the sudden interest.
Actually, at this current point in my life I don't think the oppertunity to have sex will ever arise again for me. I just can't see it: I can't think of any possible chain of events that would lead to it, ever. No matter how I look at it.
Oh well, I guess when I'm desperate enough, I'll just use the method Will suggested (please, no comments on Will's sexual promiscuity either...) "booze and prostitutes Mark, booze and sluts, that's all you need..." (ok, he didn't use the word 'slut', Will would never use the word 'Slut', but I'm paraphrasing). So I guess that's that then, though I imagine the cost will be a little steep. Still, it'll be worth it.
Then again, I may not have to, come 25 or so I may be a male model for Calvin Kline with the girls all fighting for a glimpse of me, though, if the current trend is anything to go by, I wouldn't hold my breath.
This is Mark, not as depressed as I may sound, signing off for the evening. Goodnight, and be sure to stay tuned for 'super sounds of the seventies', up next. (And a signed photo of me gargling transmission fluid to anyone who can tell me what that is a reference to...).