I'm just gonna say it.

If it was not for the fact that they have soft curves, nice breasts and great asses, I swear I would just leave them alone for good. I couldn't be gay. I actually thought about that for a bit and said "no". I have friendsa who are gay and they don't recruit newbies anyways. Also, I will not ever "take one for the team". EVER. That that there's anything wrong with it and my name ever comes up duriing the act.

I swear to Jeebus this is driving me nuts because they are driving me nuts You think you meet the right one and they never to turn out to be the right one. Today, I had to deal with two women. One was the culpret of the The St Pat's Massacre of 2007. I've never told that story here and really don't want to because it it too long and sad and yet, funny as shit. A few of you off line know it, so everyone ask them about it. Anyway, She wrote me an email about the post I wrote about how to end drama in your life and soon enough, I was in one of those things where the astronaut spinning aroung on a room until their face gets smooshed. aShe then replied that she was sorry that she stressed me. I then sent her a letter back saying that she didn't stress me. I can just throw the letter away. Wat she did was T.M.I Drama or Too Much Informantion. I must not have ben too mad at her still. It has been a year after all and she still had a nice ass.

SEE, DAMMIT! YOU SUCK US INTO YOUR WEB OF HELL! WE LOVE YOU, WE HATE YOU! DAMN!

I also spilled my guts out to another woman last night. Why did I do that? Because as she said, everyone else bullshits hera and I tell the truth. So I told her the truth that I have a crush on her bu then I saw that her relation status changed on her page, going from single to seeing someone. It hurt be a bit, but I thought that she was better off with another guy maybe. After I sent her that, I heard nothing beck from her. Not a word.

The next day, I sent her a message asking her how she was hoping that would have heard something about my email. She said she was fine and things were good for her today, whithout one acknologment about the letter. I then sent another email back that said, "Umm, do you recall that I spilled my guts you to last night after I had a long day? Could you please give me some sort of reaction from it so I know were I stand here? By the way, if I get back an "awww, poor Sam,I am gonna be pissed".

I haven't hear from her since that, sadly.

I know that I must be like the Silver Surfer on this. I go by and see how f'ed up everyone else's love llife is like and I get to sit back and watch. I don't even get to  touch  them anymore. FIVE FUCKING YEARS HERE, PEOPLE! And no, not even that alone because I am too tired to have a sex drive from this dialysis shite. Still, I put up with women for this long because THEY ARE WOMEN. If you look deep in their eyes, I swear there's a tiny little elf that sits in there with a little crazy crank and that elf cranks that sucker as fast as it can just to see how far it would go.I call the condition "The Crazy Eyes". It's in there. You just have to look with the right light.

So, there you go. It is what it is. You women make me mad as all Hell. You sit there and tell me stories that would put Mark Twain or Tyler Perry to shame. We do out best to listen, but sometimes enough is enough! We've heard enough about the drama at work. Yes, we knew that bitch at work was crazy, but you had to stick around her because she always made the Krispy Creme run in the mornings and you got first dibs. The shit drives us nuckin' futs! But we love ya. You got that "thing"  We are your slaves, dammit. What spider shall we kill for you and do you want the trash out today?