I'm going to continue to shoot blurbs into the ether and see if anyone responds. The chances of a response are probably slightly better than sending a message in a bottle out to sea.
Friday, April 20, 2012
I've probably lost all my followers by now, so I can write any damn thing I want. And what I want to do is to complain. I want to bitch and moan. I'm bored. I'm lonely. I'm fucking HORNY! I was listening to some slow, grinding, sexy music tonight that had me climbing the walls. I don't like my life. I don't HATE my life, I just don't like it. And don't tell me (all you people out there who are not reading this) that I have no business complaining, because at least I don't live in god-forsaken Africa or Afghanistan or some other miserable hell hole where people are killing each other righ and left and they're starving and disease-ridden and being eaten alive by lions and tigers and bears, oh boy. I KNOW THAT, for heaven's sake! But at least they're not BORED! And anyway, I'm not comparing myself to anyone else. I am entirely self-absorbed and selfish. And my selfish self would like something interesting to happen. Something that would feel really good and be lots of fun, but wouldn't get me in trouble. Of course, the first part of that sentence and the last part are mutually exclusive. Shit.