Strike count high
I rarely touch this thing, but once in a while, I actually feel compelled to share some random thoughts with the 2 people that read this blog. You know who you are...although, I'm sure that number is exagerrated by 50%.
Anyway, I'm just really pissed with how my day worked out today, and how my love life continues to sink. Someone asked if I enjoyed masturbating, and you know what? It completely reminded me of how much I need to get laid, and that, in turn, reminded me of how complete and utter shit I am at human interaction.
I honestly have horrible luck with women. Either they're all uninterested in me, sexually, or they already have a significant other, or are lesbian. Excellent taste in women, I must say.
You know what, I'm going to cut this short right here, just to avoid further embaressing myself, and displaying just how much of a loser I really am.
Oh, and work, thus far, has been killing me. Who knew being a glorified baby sitter inside a charter school would be so tiring?
Anyway, I'm just really pissed with how my day worked out today, and how my love life continues to sink. Someone asked if I enjoyed masturbating, and you know what? It completely reminded me of how much I need to get laid, and that, in turn, reminded me of how complete and utter shit I am at human interaction.
I honestly have horrible luck with women. Either they're all uninterested in me, sexually, or they already have a significant other, or are lesbian. Excellent taste in women, I must say.
You know what, I'm going to cut this short right here, just to avoid further embaressing myself, and displaying just how much of a loser I really am.
Oh, and work, thus far, has been killing me. Who knew being a glorified baby sitter inside a charter school would be so tiring?