In the wee hours my brain tries to fill the time, it comes up with bullshit tasks that prevent me from sleeping. That file that needs to be downloaded, that program that needs to be tweeked. The computer has become my small world. The only thing that can be manipulated at will. My bringer of music and porn.
I have been thinking of trying to find some sort of human companionship again. God, I hate chatrooms. It's like going into a room and everyone is talking to each other and doesn't even notice you enter the room.
Kind of like real life now that I think of it.
I need to be something more than I am, a symbol of hope to the hopless, something that will bring fear to my enemies.
I Know! I shall Become A Bat!
(just kidding)
I can't count on it just dropping into my lap. The last time that happened said person couldn't cope with my baggage. I feel uncomfortable looking for someone. I'm the most self loathing person on the west coast (other than pornstars who do golden showers or shiza movies), why in the blue fuck would someone want to...um, fuck me?
She would have to be into some of the same things I am, comics, music, books.
Ohhhhh, I need a Geeky Woman
Ohhhhh, I need a Geeky Girl.
(With opologies to Pink Floyd)
D-
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