I went to waffle house and worked on my art because I would rather be alone than meet another girl.
And it was a good night. I Drew NIC, and ARLO, and a really rad drawing of me and my boy Jonez as zombies eating a marine and drinking beer from a keg.
EDITED TO ADD THE DRAWINGS:
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this morning was slightly rougher, but still ok...
excerpts from a bitter letter:
..." I don't give a fuck if you, or anyone else believes me. I know I'm not a tail chaser or I would be out having sex or going to bars on a friday night not drawing my friends to make them smile in the morning. I am friends with girls and I have alot of exgirlfriends, period. I trust anyone I put my faith in to be able to trust my word and if they can't then they aren't worth my time. I don't cheat, I don't fuck around. Last night you were out of line, and today you are out of line. I'm not impressed by your "hotness" and I'm not intimidated by your sudden forcefulness because its all I show. I like the you I can talk to about video games, the you that wanted to cook dinner for me and be happy together. Whatever _________. I don't want to buy in to this crap anymore. If you want to be MY friend, than act like I have some worth as well. I've never treated you like anything less than an equal. I don't deserve this and I don't need it.I don't want sex, I don't want a girlfriend. If I never have sex with another SG again I will be happier for it, it just keeps happening bc I have rejected the local dating scene and like you I am naked on the internet. Whether you choose to see any of that is not my problem. I want more cuteness in my life, more cuddling, spooning, watching bad movies, laughing till my eyes water, laying in bed naked and talking about life...etc. You and every other girl that thinks she has me figured out can take your sex and shove it. I want to smile, not come. I can come on my own, thanks.
... I really didn't want to be like this but I'm sick of being pushed around. I'm sick of being nice and swallowing people's attacks. I'm a good fucking man, GOOD. Not hot, not fuckable. Good. My friends know it, I am just now seeing it. They all treat me like I am so special and rare and it amazes me because its all a result of hard work to be that person. That is a better feeling than any sex could ever give me.
I have more to say but I have lost the will to say it. Just once i wish that words could mean something. that meanings could be translated and that understandings could be reached. But I know better. I hate knowing better.
Yours for the Revolution,
J. Owen Shipley"
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i am so curious as to exactly who the letter is to. maybe i already know?
of course you don't have to tell me. but i am very nosy.
and if i could hang out at waffle house with you, i would. i could work on my story and you could draw.
but that'd count as meeting another girl i guess....