Apologies in advance... Whenever I'm out of town, invariably, I write a self-loathing blog entry, probably about how I suck with girls. I don't know why this happens, and I'm sorry. If you're sick of my shit, please accept my apology and read no further.
What happens when tension arises between your impulse to do the wrong thing and your higher level functioning that leads to sound, reasoned judgment? For me, impulse loses... Every time... Even when the cutest girl ever and alcohol are involved... And I come off like a fucking doodie hole because of it.
Oh well. I'm off company time now, and have nearly five days in New York to compensate for all the times when I didn't indulge my impulses.
The probability of me somehow ending up dead by Sunday is slim, but it's also as far from impossible as it's ever been. If I do die, please tell my family that I love them. ...Oh, and would someone please remove the porn from between my mattresses before they get to it?
On an unrelated note, if I ever hear Flashing Lights by Kanye West again, it'll be too soon.
3 comments:
One of my biggest regrets in life is not buying a Sol shirt. that and that one-night stand last year. those were some crazy times....
I wish I had gotten a Sol shirt too. we'll get you some tequila.
are you dead yet?
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