Wondered if life was just a collection of disappointments interrupted randomly by cheap thrills. We become so content with amazing so easy and quickly, that life becomes like crack, consuming, looking for the next amazing thing.
Alex is so very stupid. She will never be a good friend or girlfriend. I am calling it now, divorce or misery. I've gotten over being dragged along, but now I am trying to be a friend, and she is too stupid to figure it out. I give her space, and all she does is disappear.
I've made new friends, and strengthened old ties. No longer am I slaving away to her. The tumor has ceased to grow, and now I am performing the final cut to sever this leech from my life.
I am excited to be a Brony now. Totally getting into the little subculture lol. Wonder how long I can keep up this progressive streak of mine. I want to be loved, but I am ok not searching every second. I actually found myself checking out a figure that a classmate in my Tai Chi class possessed. I have a word for it: Fox. There is something beautiful about a woman that can calm the hell down, wear her hair loosely, not bother with make-up and be genuine to a fault. THAT is beautiful. Make-up is just awkward to me, and it has to be a pain in the ass for women. If someone expected me to straighten my hair everyday, match colors of clothing and whatever, and wear make-up, I would fail miserably.
It was odd. I have never been the guy to attract the female eye, but when I dressed up, shaved, wore a tie, and presented at a research festival, i could FEEL women looking at me. I loved every second of it, and learned that I am quite the little shy boy. It was a wonderful experience to learn about myself from others.
I cant wait to make a drink tomorrow. I have gotten heavy into My Little Pony, and there are drink recipes for each of the characters. I am going to make Applejack, the rugged and tough farm pony drink. Whiskey, apple cider, and a touch of Jager. Excited.
Fuck....she had to text me just now, didn't she? *Drops phone and doesn't give a shit*
Got a torch, finally, for my cigars. I hate those cheap bic lighters...they can't light a cigar in a room if someone breathes too hard. Torches rule!
