mud

Why the fuck did I think that booze and getting laid had anything to do with one naother.

i mean, yeah, it's okay to have a couple, and hook up w/ someone, but for fucks sake man, the way I GO... jeee whiz.

i can't do that shit, i turn into a brazen cartoon psychedelic warlord crazy rat bastard who can't think becasue he's wasted from self medication and depression form having to deal with my brain and thew thoughts and the insecurities and anger and Jealousy.
fuck jealousy.  i hate it, i hate it so much, i don't like it it's not nice and it makes me mean.  i don't know.
i write poetry.  i'm kinda skinny.  deal with it.

piss off.

grrr.

besides, what ladies want to see (i think) is someone who's n their head, has confidence, the ability to feel okay about themselves, and can carry themselves like they're okay with themselves and who they are, the abiolity to relax and be aware of the world and the needs of that woman in particular, taking advantage of timing and spontaneity as well as corresponding likes to create an interesting and exciting moment that can grow into many other things.

I'm prolly totally fucking wrong.