Woe Is Me

Yeah, drunken blogging is bad. I was obscenely drunk and pissed off.

I only have myself to blame for the majority of my problems.

I'm fat...but I don't work out.
My job sucks...but I'm not doing anything to train myself for a better one.
I'm lonely...the only place I got to meet women is at bars, that's just doesn't work.

Why is it so difficult to change my shitty ways? Oh yeah...it requires effort.

Fuck You

Am I really that scary? You really can't tell me your real name? I introduce myself, tell you that I think that you are really cute and that I've meaning to ask you your name for weeks, and you just flat out lie. That is just a big kick to the nuts. Am I really that repulsive? You know that I've been to your bar multiple times in the past and that I'll most likely be there in the future and you feel the need to lie. Fuck you.

I found out tonight that "Sarah Rose" is actually Kala or what the fuck ever she wants to call herself is not who she said she said she was. Why? Am I really that scary? I just don't get it. I'm being honest, why can't you be?

This kind of shit makes me want to give up.

Have I really been put on this earth just to put connectors on cable?

Is that really my purpose?

Did I screw up and miss my one chance at true love oh soo many years ago?

I feel trapped. Now the economy is heading for impending doom and I am stuck in a job/life that I hate. Who wants to employ someone that dreads coming to work? What do I have besides work? Women that are soo scared of me that I can't even find out their real name?

I'm drunk and am probably going to regret everything that I've just typed.

Oh well. It's the truth.

Fuck you Kala or whatever your name really is. That's what I get for looking for looking for true love in a fucking bar.