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Winning:
Genuinely Winning:
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If still hanging around myspace wasn't sad enough, my activity comprises entirely of getting friend requests. Now while that's usually exciting for most people, mine have comprised of nothing but the millions of ass people from the planet Assgar 3, located just fractions of a millimeter outside of the milky way galaxy. A very industrious people known for their diligent efforts towards extracting coal out of the mine. They also enjoy the arts. Often cracking jokes; typically being at the butt of their own. With their cheeky attitudes they often smoke cigarettes and assist the elderly in blowing out their birthday candles.
....black hole....
Okay, that's enough ass puns for the rest of my life. Take care.
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It's kind of annoying that it does seem to work out that way, granted I just typed that sentence while yawning. I almost wonder if I should question it, if what I say in this state of mind really matters or is pertinent. If I really know what I'm saying or would like to say; that my soon to be unconscious state doesn't sort out or forget on its own.
What the hell did I just say?
How's life? I get asked that a lot. For some reason I'm irritated by the question immediately followed by the normal neutrality towards it. I wish I didn't have that feeling, more often than not I won't draw attention to it, I'm aware of its necessity to get conversation started. Makes me feel like kind of a prick, even if most if not all are unaware. Don't let it stop you by any means. I guess for some reason I automatically assume they already know, or aren't really interested, just humoring me.
Sorry about that.
I think I have clandestine jealousy issues. I occasionally compare my amenities to others and debate the worthiness. I'm aware that's not even a factorable variable, it's just that certain things get to me and I never speak up about it. I guess in a way, even now I'm not really doing so.
I suppose that's why things happen the way that they do.
I'm making a note here that I've decided to become a hypocrite and announce that the people I find the most irritating in the world are those that are constantly downtrodden. A new problem everyday and never a solution. Sound familiar? Though I don't think I'm that bad. Although I'm more than willing to listen to a problem or problems at the time being, I can't bring myself to read about them, I just avoid it altogether to attain my sanity. I fully understand why someone would opt to avoid me sometimes or did at some point. If I was physically capable of doing so, I would too.
In a roundabout way, I guess you could say I dislike myself.
Life does get a little lonely from time to time. I suppose the only remedy for that is on my own behalf. I saw this drawing a long time ago that sort of explains the feeling, I wish I could find it, it was perfect. It showed a guy sitting in the middle of the picture on a park bench by himself, and in the background there were a bunch of different beautiful women chatting away with each other or talking on their phones or doing whatever.
The title was "water water everywhere, but not a drop to drink."
I try to have fun whenever I can. Thanks to all who assist in the distraction. Even if the task seems menial the consideration for my participation is appreciated. It takes my mind off of not important - important matters.
It's raining outside; my cat is moist now. No, that's not a metaphor. I should probably let him inside.
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Jealous much?
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