The games we play.

Its been awhile again, but thats cause of the new shop is finally open, which still doesn't have internet. I didn't realise how much I rely on the net to get me through the day, and now work is draining my soul away. Been working 6-7 days a week and my hours have also been extended (10am-8.30pm) with no additional pay at all. Yippee.

In these past few weeks, I've been through *so* many counselling sessions with my friends... all because of women. Theres so much to say and so much of it really bothers me, because I'm getting more and more worried about whether or not there are any sane girls out there.

One particular gripe ... how shallow minded some of these girls are.

I hate it when I hear a girl complain how her boyfriends getting so boring these days, how he's always at work etc.
I hate it when they get romanced off by some dickhead, spewing out cheesy lines and cheap gifts, because thats easier to see than the love and dedication the first guy offers behind the scenes.
I hate it when they never see reality, they think life is all fun and games, never realising that life's a bitch.
I just hate it when they are blind to how much their boyfriend cares and argue over stupid tiny things that don't even mean anything.

I could go on, but then it'll take days to load up my blog.
I really don't see it when girls/women go on about how "Women mature faster than men.".

At the moment, just can't be fucked with all the headaches associated with women. Just so sick of these stupid little games... but deep down I still really miss having someone there...

Which prompted me to adopt a new strategy:
Start masturbating to granny porn, dead kittens, Kevin Bacon.
Do it so much that my brain starts associating sex with filth and disease.
Hopefully the next time my feelings grow for a certain girl I'll start dry retching.

E.g Jerk off to this bad motherfucker:


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*GAG*