Sex is on Fire – There is a sexy girl I know. We get along quite well. I know for a fact she is an airhead and sleeps around. I haven’t made my move yet because like an idiot, I wasted time on a dumb ex and then two weeks on another loser. On my birthday this girl looked so damn good in some tight jeans. I am not a betting man. But if I was, I am betting this girl could rock the bed.
Use Somebody – I was talking to a girl named Lindsey. She had a job, a car and her own place. Unlike my ex, she had no drug problem and had all of her teeth (and her teeth weren’t rotted from drug use). She was also a redhead, my all-time favorite. We went out on a few dates and had fun. All my friends liked her. She was supposed to be my date this past Saturday. She ended up ignoring me Thursday, Friday and Saturday. Finally she texted me Saturday night and informed me her friend was in the hospital. She then stated she would come see me after work on Sunday since I was out celebrating my birthday. She texted me Sunday night and I asked her was she coming to see me. She said she would Thursday. I then texted her back saying “Ok, liar.” The bitch then called me going off while I was out with my friends. Bitch, get a life. You lied, not me.
17 – I feel like a pervert. A few times this year I’ve been cutting through Seneca Park to see my parents. There will be a group of young Sacred Heart girls jogging, normally in short, shorts. Damn, these girls be looking good as hell. I have three nieces older than these girls and another niece the same age. Man I wish I was 16 or 17 once again.
Be Somebody – I am sick of fake ass people. My friend Shannon’s cousin, my ex, this Lindsey bitch and so many others I’ve met or seen this year. How do these people wake up, look in the mirror and go about their day? How can you be happy in life being a pathological liar? How can you lie daily, steal and abuse drugs and think you “rock”? I guess it’s all mental. Maybe people are born to be losers. I rather be somebody than a fucking loser.