Don't be a tool...listen to this, it's gorgeous.The last remix isn't my fav but Year 5772 has a very sci-fi 60's feel to it, almost like Telstar by the Tornados. If you don't know what that is...I'm sorry.
I love that the last post has gotten something like 5 times as many hits per day as anything else I've ever put up, haha. Whether it's just the usual haters or the irresistible trainwreck appeal, I have no idea but whatever does it for ya. I can't complain, I posted them, after all.
Having come to the realization that I am just not suited to any kind of high maintenance releationship i.e. one that requires me to keep in contact with that person every minute of every day of my fucking life; I decided to send a few dudes, that really choice photo with the needle in my neck, thinking it might bring home the reality of what he's actually dealing with.
It had mixed results, prompting one to say that it made him want to fuck me...and then run away. Hahaha, I fucking love it! The others were less enthused, so I was briefly elated, success! Alas, twas not to be. Coz once the first part of that statement was accomplished, they did not, dear reader, "run away" and more's the pity. I just don't get it. I'd like to say that it's because I'm just that Goddamn mesmerizing a lay but I really don't think so. I'm decent and of course, not your average cookie when it comes to what I will and won't participate in but that in itself doesn't make me special. Freaky bitches are a dime a dozen these days, so yeah, I don't get it.
I'm not fishing for any kind of validation on what charms I do or do not posses, I'm genuinely curious as to what would drive a person to want anything remotely permanent with me. I am so difficult! I go missing for days, even if it's just me hiding in my house not answering calls or texts. I'm wholly unsympathetic to most everything and hate hate hate having to offer insincere words of comfort when I could really not give less of a fuck about his fight with a co-worker. It's like when people get sick and I'm expected to fetch and carry and hover over their bedside rubbing their back or some such bullshit. It's dreadful and I am literally counting the seconds until I can slink away and pretend I don't hear when they call for me. Is that awful? Too fucking bad, it's the truth.
I am just not made to baby anyone for anything other than those rare moments where I'm in the mood to do so and they are few and far between. I can make you comfortable and go get you some meds, fluids, whatever but I won't sit there like a wet nurse and whip out my tit every time you sniffle. Fuck you.
I feel like that last sentence pretty much sums up my attitude on relationships in general. Very much so. I am not your mom. I am not your maid, your cook or your fucking therapist. Suck it up, for the love of GOD and stop being such a titty baby.
I think I'm done here, not sure what this update was, exactly but yeah. Have a nice weekend.