Monday, 18 December 2006
So it's like, almost valentine's day, and I'm not looking forward to it. You see, for the past couple of years I haven't had the greatest success. Is it because I don't make the effort? No. Is it because I'm a self-centred jerk who doesn't care about anyone else but myself? No. It's because the girls in my college have no class. I'm a pretty damn good cook, and every feb 14th at college I've rustled up a sumptuous meal for me and a special lady. And then when it'd done I've gone on a search for the lady. But for some reason, no-one's interested. You'd think girls would appreciate a man knocking on their door at 9pm and offering them a fillet of cod with asparagus that I'd cooked for no-one in particular. You'd think they'd found that flattering. Last year, I gave up after the 18th girl because it was obvious that they just can't see style when they see it. So this year it's just me, a pot noodle, and a copy of Zoo.
Saturday, 16 December 2006
Sometimes I hate myself for not being able to help my friends more. I do my best, honestly I do. But I'm only one man, and I can only take so much of listening to other people's problems. I don't talk about it much because I don't like to blow my own trumpet, but I have problems too and sometimes I wish I could just sit down with someone, say at lunch, and just talk to them about it. You know what I mean, no 'hi, how are you?', just sit down and unload in a selfish, unbearable monologue about what happens to be going on with me that day. I just wish I'd been born with the ability to do that. Unfortunately I was born a nice guy, and I care too damn much about other people's feelings to do it. But sometimes, just once, I wish I could. I'm such a fucking saint.
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