Current mood:	rejected
Current music:	Eminem - Got It Twisted

Ready For War
Everybody has been so nice lately, I'm running out of pictures to throw darts at. The work atmosphere has become much more enjoyable, friends are just always around ready to party, and after a thorough inspection I cannot say that I have any problems worthy of being worried about. But that's just me being me, I always look at things from the positive perspective. Flip it around. Work? Enjoyable? You stand around looking like a jackass for 5 to 8 hours a day and being a supervisor is just as honorable as having a disease named after you. Friends? For all I know, the assholes could just be using me for my chill pad and sick ride. Problems? You got plenty, bud, you're just too scared to acknowledge and face them. Do you ever just put aside your problems, y'know, wave em' off? Some people do and explode like a shook up coca-cola bottle, whereas I just kinda null them out. They fade with time. Life is too short to plague yourself with worry and regret. As a matter of fact, the stress on your heart from being anxious and worried all the time is more than likely shortening your oh so precious life. Certain emotions are literally bad for your heart. Does that worry you? Then stop complaining, become productive and get to work on some sort of immortality elixir before it's too late. Lots of people around me just complain about their "shitty" life all the time. It is ridiculous. Without trying to sound like some sort of African famine activist, I want to slap those people, send them to Libya for a week, slap them when they come back and then watch them complain about THEIR life. Chances are they would shut right the fuck up after an experience like that. I think the only thing I can really complain about in my life is women. Either I'm trying too hard or not trying nearly hard enough. All around me I see people hooking up and having a fabulous time, sharing tasty milkshakes with two straws and probably having even tastier sex. I've dated a number of girls that were fairly rewarding, but when it comes down to it I just want to have a sexy, reliable, intelligent companion. I want to share a malty milkshake dammit. Is that so much to ask for? At AMC I see guys with incredibly nice and gorgeous babes and I think to myself "Man, I could SO do a better job with that girl. What are they even doing together? Talk about bad mathematics. I should just waste that dude and feed the bitch seedless grapes for the rest of her life." But that's just not the way it goes. Maybe I have trouble with girls because of the bacterial warfare on my face, or the noticeably skinny body, or the lame style in clothing.

"Oh I don't care if a guy is good looking. All that really matters is his personality. He has to be nice, funny and smart."

Give me a break, bitch. I have people tell me that I'm funny and smart all the time. Still, I go home every night and resort to masturbation. Every time I start to get interested in a girl she sways off and heads in the direction of some next guy with a stylish haircut. I've had such bad luck with girls lately that I would swear I've been sprayed with a girl repellant by some wild plant or something. Horoscopes always promise 'a new and exciting love at the end of the month' but as the month passes I begin to think the horoscope was referring to the 'limited time only' hamburger from Wendy's. Well I would trade all the bacon-mushroom-melts in the world for a person that I could just look forward to seeing everyday.