i can’t wait to go back to work

wow.

woke up in bed at 8pm.

boots still on.

no idea how i got home.

i woke up and stumbled to the computer.

now i might as well write about her since nothing matters anymore anyway. i’ve been talking to her a lot lately. like daily. talking to people at work about her. best part is she lives in another city. and she has a boyfriend. so unreachable. so perfect.

we fantasize about plane tickets but she really has no idea who she’s talking to. i have so much to do before i can start bringing girls to this life.

furniture

cars

personality

one of the women i work with who i hope never reads my site, has often told me when i get all excited about women, i gotta crawl before i walk.

i need a apartment that i can bring women to.

no plane tickets, no aim scheming, until you have a nice place to bring women. and a car.

as long as i know how to love i know i’ll surive.

tomorrow ends mardi gras. we must get back to work. anne emailed me today asking me if i did something. i hadn’t.

the plane is crashing into the mountain and toad and michael are fighting for the last parachute.

i need to start working. on everything. lazy fucking asshole webdesigner. im going to start cutting my to do list in my arm because i just really don’t care.

except for the one girl ive been talking to and thinking about, my blood lust for women has been terrible. the other night at the house party my wonderful friend wes got me to, i talked with the cutest little girl, visiting a friend.

now im pretty dense when it comes to “signs” but when someone asks you about girlfriends, or boyfriends, etc, she’s not just talking to you out of pity like most women do.

she leaves for the parades. i’ll never see her again, lives in another city, etc.

gone.

stop fucking your life up.

picture time 🙂