Lively up yourself and don't be no drag

Had an interesting encounter the other night. I was coming home waiting for the bus and I saw this guy I used to work with. Normally I would have avoided eye contact with him and attempting to move on but this was impossible as he was taking the same bus as me. I had just come from the beer store and he had as well. I always drink microbrews and he commented on my choice. He said he usually drinks budweiser because its cheap which I detest. Still there was a strange unspoken understanding between us which I had never felt before. As if we both knew we were going home alone to drink a bunch of beer and a strange sort of kinship because of it.

And now its time for me to leave you behind

Fuckin A. I am a psycho. I have finally come to terms with this fact. I am a fucking psycho and its hard to come to terms with. Perhaps I am self absorbed too much. Like the god Narcissicus. He was so handsome that he looked at his own reflection so long that it stole his soul. Something like that. Just want to move to a cabin in someplace like northern Maine where no one can find me. Nobody can fuck with me.

Shes fast enough for you old man

I want to bomb all females. And not the supposed 'surgical strikes' employed in Iraq I mean carpet bombing. The bombing used in world war 2 against Britain. All those fucking bitches. Up at the early hours of the day for godforsaken work.

Why is everbody always badmouthing the mafia?

Feeling better somehow every day. Been a long time but I am slowly starting to see. Was watching this vile program Secret Girlfriend on comedy central. Hate being around a lot of hot women. Just reminds me of my shortcomings in that regard. As if they're very existence and my failure to get one if proof of my futility. Strange how simple things like that can cause someone so much anxiety. Can't seem to calm down raging thought which seem to be springing up like a raging tide. I know there must be a way to figure out how to get things done.