Spent a month or two in a stupor. Been bumbling around. Felt that if I could just ameliorate mind, body, and soul – attain ‘optimum’ levels of performance and satisfaction – it would solve all of my problems, that I would be ‘happy’ and not have to worry any more.
I set out to find the perfect woman – ‘wife material’. I made a highly-detailed list of requirements; by which I mean character traits, idiosyncrasies, and then superficial, surface-level details. I put my list in the percolator, refined and defined and realigned my perception with reality. This is what it spat out at me:
1.Face.
2.Tits.
3.Ass.
I am the alchemist of love; I can turn shit into gold.
But then I got to thinking… What is it that men want? Do we just want a pretty smile on some pulchritudinous face? A vagina to come home to after a long day at the office? I think this is just what some girls think that we want. When I think for myself I’m not so sure.
I want a girl who feels like home.
Feel kind of sad to see latent hotties flipping out because they don’t have big enough titties.
Feel kind of ashamed that they feel they have to conform to sluttiness and being dumb.
Feel kind of weird when they smear their faces in make-up in lurid protest.
Wish they could just chill.
-Are you a boy or a girl?
-Are ‘crazy’ girls easier than regular ones?
-Is it misogynistic to dislike crazy girls?
-Is this girl trolling?
-Are sensitive guys just faking it to get laid?
-Are we all just selfish gene-machines at heart?
Pretty sure that this is the greatest scene from any movie ever. Love the tension and the drama. Can feel the tangible and electric excitement in the air. The choreography and cinematography set my heart ablaze.
Can’t bear to live my life any longer without knowing what it feels like to top ‘Top That’. Gonna get together with my hip friends and make a shot-for-shot remake. We couldn’t have done it without standing on the shoulders of giants.
Gonna film it in HD Video so that nobody will notice that I fucked up my lip-sync. Feeling good, like after all these years I’m finally a somebody – delivered by the powers of ‘Teen Witch’.
Maybe we’ll just focus on amplifying key concepts, by which I mean ‘white’, ‘trashy’ and ‘hip’. We are kings of this town.
Might embarrass myself completely by being a tub of lard with too much time on my hands and no rhythm. Effort is the forte of the thin and the beautiful alone…
Gonna take it back to school. Win the respect and esteem of my peers. Be remembered. (Unless I’m the guy on the left).
After I watched Avatar for the first time, I truly felt depressed that I was awake in this world again.
It’s so hard, I can’t force myself to think that it’s just a movie, and to get over it, and that living like the Naavi will never happen?.
I want to go to Pandora because life here sux \[sic\], with no sense of companionship, and because mankind has destroyed our planet.
I even contemplated suicide, thinking that if I do it I will be rebirthed in a world similar to Pandora, and that everything will be the same as in Avatar.?
