I've been too preoccupied with the crazy life to think about relationships, so I'll just update ye on the inane.
That one girl that I keep mentioning? Things are looking optimistic with her and me. Someone should castrate me for still having any desire to be associated with her, but oh well.
I keep getting all kinds of attention from underage girls who find my website. Good thing my meds kill my libido, or else I'd have less patience than the law requires for these things.
A couple of years ago I met a girl in NYC from Vermont. She comes to Indianapolis every other Christmas to spend time with her cousin's family, whom I met on a different trip. She spontaneously decided that we should have sex ASAP. I find that a bit odd, but I guess it's nothing to complain about. Yet.
Oh, and I
you. You know whom I mean by that.
I'm still as pathetic as the days when I'd post here continually, but life has been so sterile lately that I'm having trouble finding non-events to over which I may wallow.
This Depeche Mode song makes me want to wear lipstick.
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