Convict, Addict, Alcoholic

God is fucked up, yep damn sure he's a sicko. I mean I never see it untill it's too late. No I'm just kidding. I am just frustrated by being single, being ok with it, then having women come on to me and then go away. I should elaborate. I'm a spoiled bitch. See I went out with K. twice and now we're going to spend the day together on sunday. J. hooked me up with her friend and I'm going out with her on Friday, but I really want R. because she just thumped me over the head and was like "you're cute wanna go out?" and I was like (in a cartman voice) "yeah I wanna go out". but I knew that one wasn't going to work because she's 33 and we all know I can't date someone close to my age or older. and she was on the rebound from a 5 year relationship. If any of you haven't heard Mark H.'s theater of the lie check it out and you'll know what I'm about to say is true. See when he left her she had all these pieces of self dying a way, and so the sex kitten, girlfriend, and other personalities were fighting for their existance and they spotted me. So they held on to me in a deparate attempt to make a reality that could justify thier existance. Now the fuck wants her back and I'm no longer necessary. I fucking hate the way that sounds and how insignifcant that makes me in her life, but that's the truth of it . to them: IM NO LONGER NECESSARY. but now the "I'm sober and have plutonic friends" ego has a use for me. But you know what? I have one to many friends and need to send out a pink slip, who's next! Actually this is all bull shit, I still have two dates this weekend, and I still may end up being really good friends with R. and I really don't give a fuck. Sober, employed, alive, and all that good shit. Fuck off! Love you guys! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......