More fun than a pipe and a glass of scotch

from Little Venice to Greenwich

2005-02-11 | 9:47 p.m.

Lately it's become impossible to gather up the willpower to do anything productive. The last month (two months? I'm no longer sure) have seen a drastic drop in my desire to do much of anything, in fact. Barring GTA: San Andreas and the aggressive accumulation of more music for my ridiculous collection, I merely vegetate (and many would argue that the aforementioned activities are vegetation anyway).

What used to sum up all my ideals and hopes? "Woman." What has now turned into the source of my suffering (one that I cannot turn away from, no matter where I go)? "Woman." All around me, "woman" in all her forms causes me trouble. Whether it's bitterness, a mixture of hope and despair, or the most base of lusts, "woman" brings out the worst in me. How I long to be free of "woman's" yoke! This all must strike the reader(s?) of this thing as strange, but rest assured. The wiles of the females of our species are causing immense torment, one that is subtle, under the surface and impossible to rid oneself of.

Of course, there is also the issue of an apparent conflict with the silliest Anti-Semite, but I prefer to ignore it and hope swift death finds one of us (me if I am doomed to lonely despair for the rest of my life, otherwise I would prefer to be the one living).

In essence? I am not only feeling my worst, but I am isolated from all as well. True colors? Indeed. Of course, the worst problem is the issue of another Valentine's Day alone. Isn't that delightful? When I say this, of course, I sort of just want to crawl into a hole and die (diction level drop alert!). It seems that life follows the loneliness trend always, and the Valentine's Day holiday only serves to remind me of this trend. "Surely," you may say, "you cannot feel this bad knowing that but a small portion of your life has passed and you will most assuredly find someone right for you sometime?" My answer to this is "Fuck you, it's like getting shot on a daily basis. I don't expect an asshole to understand."

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	from Little Venice to Greenwich 2005-02-11 \| 9:47 p.m. Lately it's become impossible to gather up the willpower to do anything productive. The last month (two months? I'm no longer sure) have seen a drastic drop in my desire to do much of anything, in fact. Barring GTA: San Andreas and the aggressive accumulation of more music for my ridiculous collection, I merely vegetate (and many would argue that the aforementioned activities are vegetation anyway). What used to sum up all my ideals and hopes? "Woman." What has now turned into the source of my suffering (one that I cannot turn away from, no matter where I go)? "Woman." All around me, "woman" in all her forms causes me trouble. Whether it's bitterness, a mixture of hope and despair, or the most base of lusts, "woman" brings out the worst in me. How I long to be free of "woman's" yoke! This all must strike the reader(s?) of this thing as strange, but rest assured. The wiles of the females of our species are causing immense torment, one that is subtle, under the surface and impossible to rid oneself of. Of course, there is also the issue of an apparent conflict with the silliest Anti-Semite, but I prefer to ignore it and hope swift death finds one of us (me if I am doomed to lonely despair for the rest of my life, otherwise I would prefer to be the one living). In essence? I am not only feeling my worst, but I am isolated from all as well. True colors? Indeed. Of course, the worst problem is the issue of another Valentine's Day alone. Isn't that delightful? When I say this, of course, I sort of just want to crawl into a hole and die (diction level drop alert!). It seems that life follows the loneliness trend always, and the Valentine's Day holiday only serves to remind me of this trend. "Surely," you may say, "you cannot feel this bad knowing that but a small portion of your life has passed and you will most assuredly find someone right for you sometime?" My answer to this is "Fuck you, it's like getting shot on a daily basis. I don't expect an asshole to understand." Yesterday's news \| Tomorrow's headlines