To busy myself I rummaged through our shelf. Yes. Our apartment is so fancy, we have a shelf. I got an old Reader’s Digest. Normally, I don’t read shitty mags like that. Only mum and Kam do. But this big red drawn heart was on the cover and I figured why not. So for the past hour I’ve been rereading this article on how to find, fall and stay in love. Yes, people! Think whatever you wanna think of me. I mean, I can’t just eat, sleep, fuck and shop for the rest of my life. I’m also looking for that extra zing. And yes, in my entire twenty *cough cough* something existence I still haven’t experienced the L word. Yet. I guess that’s what you get when you start having sex at an early age. So fuck it. I guess I could give this love thing a try.
So where the fuck am I getting at? What is my point? I just thought maybe that’s why I’m
Yeah yeah yeah. I know what you’re gonna say to me. I already did the Jesus thing. But look where he got me? I’m agnostic now. And maybe I’ll be a Buddhist next year. I’m still window shopping for religion. Then they told me alcohol was the way to go. Yeah. It was fun until it lasted but I always wanted more. And I’m too scared and narcissistic to even do drugs. So that’s out. Then there was sex. Urgh. Sex doesn’t make you happy. Don’t be fooled.
So I’m very optimistic with this love conquest thing that I’m about to embark on. I will find it. I hope. So what to do? What to do? What to do? Maybe I’ll check g4m again.
Who said I had no right to be emo? Toodles!