the only thing worse
than bad memories
is no memories at all..
[dismemberment plan]
2.22.2005
OHHHhhhhhhhhhhh...
I would be lying if I said that for the past three nights in a row, I didn't have dreams about falling in love with a naked girl. I did. Not the same naked girl. Three different naked girls. But not in that stupid horrible drunken way that college girls like to make out and touch tits in the basement of the frat house, after which they both wake up with "lesbo whorez lol" written on their foreheads with black Sharpie markers, but in a soft, sweet, loving way.
I don't think I'm neccessarily considering girls as a romantic option right now (sorry ladies), well, beyond the subconsciousness I guess, but I think my problem is just that my options are running low amongst the male portion of the population, which leaves me feeling sad and undesireable.
A revelation that came upon me last night: "Oh, it's not that he is bored with me, it's just that HE'S NOT ATTRACTED TO ME AT ALL."
If I were in a space capsule right now, I'd take a last tasteless bite of my freeze-dried astronaut ice cream, pop the emergency red pill, and push the eject button, launching my half-conscious and defeated body into the black starry abyss, waiting for the pressure to eat away at my suit, and instantaneously turn my body inside out, disappearing in a wink of flesh and blood.
[Peek-a-Foo]