I need a cuddle buddy.

Sort of like a fuck buddy, but a fuck buddy for the soul.

I was saddened to hear of the death of MC A from the Beastie Boys.

Many CD's will be played in his honor at my house.

WINTER IS COMING.

Mmmmm.... Winter.

I'm a lonely boy.

I HAVE RETURNED!

New cc and ready to roll. Missed you guys.

Kill me fucking now.

Somehow I manage to fuck up the only date I've been on in 10 years by being myself.
I cannot see what I did wrong, but I'm getting the cold shoulder and it fucking guts me.

WHAT IS IT ABOUT ME? I'm not hideous, I've been told I am pretty funny, I don't smell like a shoe.

So why can't I get anyone to fucking like me?

Singles awareness day makes me feel like shit.
I know it's a gimicky storemade holiday, but still.. would be nice to have something to do.

I'd go into great detail with some kind of epic whine, but I can't be fucked.

I figured it was time for a new 'blog'. I hate the word blog. It sounds filthy. Not the good kind of filthy, but like slang for taking a dump. Crass, I know.

Anywhooooo, everything is still as usual. I'm still alive.

ILU

Why did Michael Crichton die of cancer, but Stephanie Meyers is still alive and writing?

Life is not fair.

Ahh Christmas, that time of year when I break my bank account open and pour gifts into the mouths of the whining masses.

I've got most of my family done and still have to get something for my friends, yet I'm somewhat tempted to give them a big F.U (There's a story as to why, but mebbe I'll tell later) and spend money on myself.

I saw a set of japanese folded high carbon steel knives that are bee-yew-tee-ful and I want them bad. Except, they're into the $1k+ mark.

Next year, Santa.