therealtexasguy

I have a standing bet with pandamonium for one dollar that I will never hook up with a girl who not only knows exactly what she wants, but will communicate as such. I truly pray I lose this bet, and would still hope so if it were for a million bucks.

I think my girl is trying to end it. In fact, I'm about ninety percent sure. What the fuck is it with girls and subtly? They go together like french fries and mayonnaise (if you're like me, this is a natural thing). JUST FUCKING SAY WHAT IS ON YOUR MIND ALREADY! That goes out to every woman I have ever dated, fucked, or had even the most minor of relationships with.

I seriously injured my left forearm today. Don't know how I did it, but suddenly my thumb on my left hand doesn't work so well. Not fun. I can't even open a fucking CD case or DVD box. And I also hurt my back again, but in a new place, right in the middle. Feels like the last time I took a baseball bat to the spine. Very painful, but I refuse to dip into my painkillers, if only for the fact that I'll get all sad and gloomy (as if I wasn't enough already).

Why is it so fucking hard to download music anymore these days?

I found the most kick ass, well, second most kick ass, candle in the world today at, of all places, Wal-Mart. Fuck! I hate it when they have something I really like and can only buy there.

Any ways, so it looks as if I'm back out on the market. This sucks; alone for the holiday season. Again. And, of course, I have no venue to meet people now that I'm out of school for the rest of the semester. I'm going to miss her a great deal. Wish we could have waited until after the holidays for this, even if we both knew it was all a farce, it'd still have been nice and mildly comforting. That's always better then dissolute and alone.

Anyone know any girls interested in boring, jaded, pseudohipster San Antonio men?