Warning....bitter angry rant ahead.

So i just don't get it. I don't understand why i have such aweful fucking luck with women. I'm am always, always, always a day late, a dollar short and shit out of luck. When i find someone i like or am interested in and finally decide to ask them out, it's bad timing. They're too busy, too emotionally unavailable, or too whatever. That's if they even say yes. And then if something does take place or start to develope, they stop calling back for no reason. I don't understand it. I'm not obsessive. I'm not a dick. I'm not a doormat. I'm not ugly. I'm not a bad guy. So why does this shit ALWAYS happen to me? I don't have unattainable expectations or standards so that's not it. It's always bad timing...and i'm just sooooo goddamn tired of it. I'm sick of being single and sick of my inhibitions and sick of so many damn things right now. I don't know how to meet women and i suck at the bar scene b/c i can't hear anything and there's so many people there. How do i just approach some random person and ask her out or get to know her?

Carrie is just too busy and trying to make changes in her life plus hindered by an inability to get over her asshole ex boyfriend. I feel for her, but more so i'm just tired because this is sooooooooooooo typical for me. Too many girls are either uninterested or too busy or too something. Why do i have such luck? All i want it someone of the opposite sex to have a good time with that hopefully leads to better things and that eludes me like the quest for the holy fucking grail.

I'm done....fuck it all. If only i could just get rip roaring drunk tonight but i have to be up too early tomorrow for that shit. Pink house 3 should be good though...a welcome distraction among friends in a place called Not Here.

sigh...so much for getting drunk and stoned alone tonight....roomate's here.

And on a lighter note, have you ever wondered if the sound of leaves blowing up the street made a pattern? And if it did, wouldn't that be crazy?

roomate's asleep....