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Well fortunately for my inner caveman (territorial mind), my number 1 hon is not really impressed with other men, so it's not an issue that comes up much. But if she were into someone, I would not stand in her way. Absolute freedom is necessary for true love and friendship to last.

In the immortal words of R. Lee Ermey, he's saying he likes you, and you can come over to his house and fuck his sister.

LOL if I had a sister I'd have probably banged her by now... unless she looked too much like me or my mother, which, ew.

I too have a bunch of bitches numbers, but can't capitalize on any of them. And it drives me crazy. I'm not emotionally attached, but I guess I just am getting tired of meeting someone, making out or even just getting a number, making plans for later (of varying solidity) then just not having them respond to me.

I know that part of being a male is being assertive, but some women just give you absolutely nothing to go off of. I mean, if you want me to leave you alone, say it. That's cool, but I'll keep bothering you until then as long as I'm drinking every night.

Womynz is tricksy.

snipelfritz wrote:I mean, if you want me to leave you alone, say it. That's cool, but I'll keep bothering you until then as long as I'm drinking every night.

Not to get all preachy, but alcohol is terrible for your game. You may feel more on top o' thangs, but from the outside you're not, which means the lady has to be drunker than you, or you look like a dipshit, and then if she's really drunk and you hook up you're in date rape territory.

There's a mosquito that got in my house and lives near my computer. I can't kill it and now I'm covered in bites.

John wrote:

snipelfritz wrote:I mean, if you want me to leave you alone, say it. That's cool, but I'll keep bothering you until then as long as I'm drinking every night.

Not to get all preachy, but alcohol is terrible for your game. You may feel more on top o' thangs, but from the outside you're not, which means the lady has to be drunker than you, or you look like a dipshit, and then if she's really drunk and you hook up you're in date rape territory.

Alcohol is great for my early game, but where you are describing is where it breaks down. Without it I'd have trouble approaching people/having things to say.

Although having enough positive experiences using liquid confidence, I'm pretty better at that sort of thing sober. Also, I've been hanging around places that are more "my style" lately rather than townie bars.

My sister is in the ER and has some sort of abscess in her throat I think or something related to mono. I'm really not sure what that means or how concerned I should be.

snipelfritz wrote:My sister is in the ER and has some sort of abscess in her throat I think or something related to mono. I'm really not sure what that means or how concerned I should be.

Fuck bro! This news kinda messes me up I've got tonsillitis, some weird canker thing in my throat, my neck's gigantic because of my swollen lymph nodes, and I haven't been able to say hardly anything for days because it hurts so much to speak. That throat abscess thing sounds terrible, but I bet your sister's going to be alright.

wfs1234 wrote:

snipelfritz wrote:My sister is in the ER and has some sort of abscess in her throat I think or something related to mono. I'm really not sure what that means or how concerned I should be.

Fuck bro! This news kinda messes me up I've got tonsillitis, some weird canker thing in my throat, my neck's gigantic because of my swollen lymph nodes, and I haven't been able to say hardly anything for days because it hurts so much to speak. That throat abscess thing sounds terrible, but I bet your sister's going to be alright.

Yeah, she's home and on antibiotics, sounds like it should be alright.

Had that same shit happen freshman year of college, it's painful as fuck. Lived off painkillers, antibiotics and Gatorade for weeks, puking like every hour until it finally went away. Just taking a sip made me want to cry. Went from 210 to 175 lbs. Hope she gets better soon, I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

I thought my friend, the singer of Bacteria, was gonna die of throat cancer or something last year, when some gland in his throat swelled up from what turned out to be a crazy infection. He was complaining of a sore tight throat and said "hey can you look at this" and when he opened his mouth there was a giant grey pink and white meatball in the back. It looked just like the cancer that killed my dog the year before. However it grew too fast to be cancer; I advised him to go to the ER immediately and by the time he got there it had swollen so much it was about to completely block his airway. A week or so later and it was completely gone.

I have no fucks to give about the class I'm taking right now.

I can't decide if having more of a life would be better, or if having less of a life and more time to play music and make art would be better. I'm leaning towards the latter and the former is trying to get in the way, only without girls. Sigh.

I hate Father's Day, because I hate my father. And because I have other father-figure-types in my life I'm guilted into getting them something which only further's the point that my real father is a dead beat, porn addicted, narcissistic asshole.