Met a girl. My 10. Nerdy, 5'9" blonde; 115 lbs tops. Looks like Karen ala Californication. Did great at first; perfect even. Textbook pickup.
My inner chode eventually shines through. Everything starts to suck.
She came over to my residence tonight; didn't tell me. Friend told me where she was; went to check it out. She's sitting with some good-looking guy; he's got his arm around her. We make eye contact. Girl in the room realizes what's up; pushes me out and closes the door.
I stand there. Time to get drunk. I get drunk maybe twice a year.
FUCK THIS SHIT
NO MORE FUCKING CHODING AROUND
This is my leverage. I'm happy and depressed simultaneously.
Thank you Tyler, Papa, Mystery, Neil, Jeffy, Alexander, Ryan, Tim, Manwhore, and the countless others who have inspired me.
I'm over this "living vicariously" bullshit. It's time to get laid or die trying.