Well, I think this is it.
Overall, this blogging thing has been interesting. As you could probably tell, this whole thing has ultimately drained the hell out of me. It's been a good exercise, in a way. I can't write about people unless I'm comfortable being written about. And there's something to the idea that one should always act as if their words and actions will be publicly discussed the next day. It keeps us all honest about the shit we deal with, and the shit we toss on each other. But I've been hesitant to get into my own weirdness because it seems that few people can relate and even fewer would mention it publicly if they did. So I haven't been as candid as I could have been. The brief exgirlfriend uprising was also weird. I've dated a lot. Only about three of my exes would go out of their way to trash talk me. Their contributions have ranged from a brief all out war to a passive-aggressive backhand slap. I really have nothing bad to say about them, at least nothing worse than what people could say about me, I believe we'd all be better off if we allowed ourselves to drift towards apathy. There is an entire universe that isn't affected by where my cock has been, and I need to spend more time housekeeping there. My job is non-existent, my Vicodin ran out, and my current roomates are a real pain in the ass. All of these issues and more need to be resolved. Even aside from much of my universe imploding, I'm burned out on dating. I feel like a chess Grand Master. After a while, you see the same moves over and over. Just like Kasparov can mentally play a game to completion after the first few moves, lately I can look at a person I just met, analyze the first few exchanges of a conversation, and declare "Breakup in two months". Fubar itself is a good experience for me. It has led to me getting my cool-as-shit converted online. I've met some people through this thing already. People who live literally around the corner, but in another world. People who I never would have met otherwise. The downside is that there are 1.3 million people in Austin, but lately I feel like I've been running into the same twelve over and over. And I haven't been stellar at maintaining new relationships. Sometimes it has been due to finding myself with really needy people, but honestly, a lot of it is shit I carry around myself. Anyway, when I meet someone new, I'd like to once again rely on my bedroom eyes and my masculine sculptor's hands rather than my angsty acerbic egghead writing. I don't want the events on my life to be timestamped on a website, but...Despite the fact that the freedom to talk about myself is something I look forward to. But as far as you warped lookie-loos are concerned, my story today ends here.
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