Thai and Women

Something about waking up on a Sunday morning where the only decision to make is whether I get a blow job or vaginal intercourse with the beautiful women next to me, well I just cant have a bad day after that. Hell thats been every Sunday for the past month.

Yes it is good, but it isnt great. I want love. I am the kind of guy who never says `Things could be worse` I say `Things can be better`, and then I figure out how. It sucks because people think you are being negative. That is bullshit, saying things could be worse is a horrible way to look at life. You can always say things could be worse, until the person is dead, then it doesnt matter. I say things can be better until Im floating on a cloud enjoying every second of my life. What the fuck am I even writing this for, ok change up.

I am learning so much. I dont even know what is going on. Its amazing, this life I am living now, yet I see so much I can improve on. Plagued by my own potential. I can be so great. Puff, puff, goes my ego, but what you do not see is that I am filling it with substance. Many people dont care if its just hot air, but I am truly developing myself into an awesome person.

Eh, there are quite a few Thai people here, or maybe there are only a few and I know them all. Mmmm. If I could spell repitoir then I would write, I have decided to expand my myspace repitoir to include hot women who only want sex and are completely self involved, cant get enough of them. Hell if I could find a women as smart as me, no point in trying, shed probably be a total bitch and would just cut my nuts off for making a comment on her myspace. Jesus Christ, should I be allowed outside? One crazy bitch rips my heart and soul to shit and now Im becoming a cynical douche. Well, more so.

I left Ai today feeling a loss. Thats something. I cant get enough of that cool loss feeling. Maybe if my sister isnt dead before October I can go home and try to save her.

I dont really have any issues, just everybody else around me. Somehow when I care about somebody, their shit becomes my shit. I am absofuckinglutely peachy. Well 90% anyway. Crazy girl still owns me on some fields.

It all becomes so simple when you are with someone, or some people that just want to have a good time, no bull. Just dance, drink, screw. Jesus, I knew it didnt have to be hard, but I didnt imagine it would be so perfect. I am the most deep, contemplative, intelligent, introspective man I have ever met, and I just cant argue with a beer, a smiling girl, a dance floor, and some techno.

187 views, and only 3 comments, and 1 fucking Kudos. I only have 248 page views, so more than 50% involved someone reading a blog post. Why so fucking quiet? Is it because most of the page views are from Crazy Girl? I dont know, if she cared that much, how come she had no problem lying to me, and treating me like shit while she blew her boyfriend, huh? Yeah I am definitely still pissed at her. Meh, Ill just assume it because no comments are necessary, I am always right, and nobody needs to tell me. Or because whenever people read my posts, it makes them sick, and they cant control their vomiting, let alone leave a FUCKING COMMENT. Yes I am a lonely (albeit badass, and successful) motherfucker.