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Oct. 9th, 2006 06:39 amI hope that when I get married and I can't sleep that my wife will stay up with me and we'll do something more productive than trying in vein to fall asleep. Some of the loneliest times are when you can't sleep. I haven't caught a single Z since Friday night. I also hope that when I get married that my wife isn't mean to me. She ought to be pretty.
My mom and dad, they're not too married anymore. They'd never divorce, I don't think. But they're no more husband and wife than they are just a couple of people living in the same house. They're both mental. So I'm going to leave. When I get enough money I'm leaving.
I may not even get the chance to get married though. My nose hair is getting longer and the hair on my arms. My chest hair is getting thicker and is creeping up. Right now it ends where my clavicles meet and shows no signs of stopping. I've had hair on my first knuckles since a while ago, but now there are two lonely hairs on the second knuckle of my right ring finger. My weight is the same it's been for years, numerically, except I feel like I got a lot fatter over the summer and I feel like a fat man. My conversation is fine, but it's hard to talk to women when you're as fat and hairy as I am. You get spit on a lot and good luck hailing a cab.
I'm always suspicious of women who find me attractive or even look at me for longer than 5 seconds at a time. There's something wrong with those women. Or they're trying to sell me something. And it's never Confidence.
My mom and dad, they're not too married anymore. They'd never divorce, I don't think. But they're no more husband and wife than they are just a couple of people living in the same house. They're both mental. So I'm going to leave. When I get enough money I'm leaving.
I may not even get the chance to get married though. My nose hair is getting longer and the hair on my arms. My chest hair is getting thicker and is creeping up. Right now it ends where my clavicles meet and shows no signs of stopping. I've had hair on my first knuckles since a while ago, but now there are two lonely hairs on the second knuckle of my right ring finger. My weight is the same it's been for years, numerically, except I feel like I got a lot fatter over the summer and I feel like a fat man. My conversation is fine, but it's hard to talk to women when you're as fat and hairy as I am. You get spit on a lot and good luck hailing a cab.
I'm always suspicious of women who find me attractive or even look at me for longer than 5 seconds at a time. There's something wrong with those women. Or they're trying to sell me something. And it's never Confidence.
