Fuck the story. I am completely uninspired as of late. No, it’s not cause I’m being emo and the world sucks. In fact, it’s quite the contrary actually. It’s been a slight run of good luck for yours truly for the past month or so. I got a job at a comic shop. Even though it plunges me deeper into the bowels of nerd-dom (if that’s a real word.) I enjoy it. I work with cool people and it’s a relaxed atmosphere that I enjoy wallowing in. This job also gives me the extra cash that I need to make payments on a new truck that I’ve been eyeing. Oh yeah, I’m dead sexy. Now I can reliably travel to all your houses and stalk you in style. :D This last Friday was the best damn Friday I’ve had in way too long. It was a good day at work. Hung out at a friend’s for a bit and went to a party later on. This party was the first time in any memory that I actually got to play “hard to get” with a broad. Yes, she was a bit drunk. Yes, she kind of tried to put the moves on most of the other guys, but it was mainly me. But, soon after, I realized later that my efforts at keeping her mitts off of me were in fact doing what I thought; she wanted me even more and increased her desire for my tongue in her mouth ten fold. Giggity giggity. I guess it is true that they want you more the less you want them. Carnal desire for that which you cannot have I guess. Anyway, I had a cute girl on my lap who insisted on nibbling on my ear and I wasn’t about to tell her to stop. Gooder times could not be had. :P Yes, I said “gooder.” Later on we left and had a good time at another friend’s house for a few hours before this little cheesecake was about to pass out. Homeward bound, heyooooh! Here’s a snippet of my stupid little story.

Macabre Frailties She stood quietly in the crowded room observing the people who stood huddled together using the passing conversation to keep warm just like a group of bums crowded around a barrel set ablaze. They used the conversations to keep safe from the winter of isolation on a bleak and windy street. She had only met portions of the people there during her tenure at her work. And of those, she could barely even remember forgetting their names. They were passing illusions in her life and they held no substance or incentive to create any lingering attachment.