Now who the fuck am I

Last night, made me wonder who I really am, and where my potential really ends, like my "man-whoring" capabilities.. I think have just.. died. Like when cartman hit a funny fuse, you just don't get the feeling anymore.. nothing people do or say will change it. (in the end cartman gets his funny back.. but thats different)

Benzino (mate of Kenny and I's, apart of NTB) managed to hook in with 4 different girls that night. Kenny.. was in the worst mood ever, and got zilch, my model in pimpateering, zilch, shit mood.. I was like.. whoa wtf!?!!1

Most of the guys there were older, smarter, stronger and probably more attractive than I am. I can't compete obviously, my mind and.. well being more responsible (don't ask about how.. irresponsible some of them were) are the only things that I have that are better, and they aren't things that you need to go "man-whoring".

Right now I just find the whole scene.. revolting.. bah I dunno..

I see chicks now as fun drinking buddies. The ones that sit around a bon fire, drinkin beer, laughing about random shit and trying to cook marshmellows. All fun..

Camping..

My teeth are fucking sore... I wanna see a dentist of some sort. I clench them everytime I have to swallow cause my throat hurts so much. Why doesn't my whole mouth just set on fire!? ffs.

well.. i'm outta here again. toodles.

p.s.

sam if your reading this, i'd appreciate it if you stopped reading my blog, you got no right to be reading it.