THY NAME IS WOMAN

I really do hate women. I'm sorry, but I do. They make absolutely no friggen sense to me. They say one thing when they mean another, and sometimes they don't say anything at all.

I bought the newest issue of Cosmo today. I'm on a mission to try and figure out why the hell women do the crazy shit that they do. I'm going to crack their code. This isn't just for me, oh no. This is for all of manhood. I'm going deep into enemy territory, and I'm not coming back till I figure some shit out. I can't fail. I'm on a mission from God.

YOU POKE HER, YOU BROUGHT HER

I gave up online poker for lent. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but at the time I think it had to be done. At the time I was spending at least two hours a day playing poker. Somedays it was more like three or four. But strong willed I am not. Kinda ironic isn't it. Over Spring break I was bored so I got on and played a little. After only ten minutes or so, I realized that it was fucking stupid, and now I don't think I'm ever gonna play it again.

Somehow, I should I find a way to use this with regard to the whole Renee situation.

THAT GUY

I don't wanna be that guy that always talks about his ex. I really don't. But right now it's really bothering me, and all I'm asking for is a little slack. Thanks.