Convict, Addict, Alcoholic

Well, I worried all weekend about what was going on in her head. The nagging ass question was "who am I to you?" Well, I found out I was just a friend. A freind who got some ass. Ass is good, I'm a big fan of ass. I had hoped that our little affair would have bore more fruit than that, or at least I would have gotten laid a few more times, but all's well that ends well. What the Hell does that mean anyway? Did it end well? It ended, but well? Ahh fuck it. Nothing I can do about it now. The one thing that sucks about having feelings for every girl I sleep with (except for the hooker and the fat one) is that if I use the experience for the spank bank it makes it harder to get over them. Well that's what porn's for anyway, right folks? I try to find solice in the fact that I got some, finnally, and didn't even spend a lot of money. So feelings are hurt, I'm a bit dissapointed, but other than that, I guess we're ok (me and the committe). Well shit folks, I hope someone get's the pleasure of reading this and wonders what the hell I'm babling about. Ain't love grand?