Monotonous Drone of Self Pity

Crap, I’m feeling pathetic today. I want to write, except I don’t know about what.

Have you had one of those day’s where you want to say a bunch of things, you just want to scream it all out? Only thing is, I’m not sure where to start.

I found out today a girl I kissed, doesn’t even remember kissing me. Was I that bad?

I’d like believe she’s repressing the memory, but even I know that’s me being really optimistic.

So now I’m suffering from writers block along with issues of insecurity and inadequacy.

Should I even post this? Maybe Twitter would be a better option.

However, couple of quick points to cheer me up, my brother got into college and should everything go as planned this is the first time in 7 years that he is carrying out a plan which could help him move towards a career. More importantly, this is the first time in 8 – 10 years where he gets to do something he really wants to. I have to admit, I’m jealous. I don’t even know what I want to do.

My sister not only got into Stephen’s college in India which is one of the best Liberal Art’s colleges around, but she also seems to be having a ball. This even though my Dad is trying his hardest to put her on a monthly budget so meager that it wouldn’t even buy him enough Alchohol to last through a weekend. Go Trisha.

I also find the need to add that I showed a couple of friends pictures of her, and they prompty went ape shit. I recommended that she put on 10 – 20 pounds to keep guys away. It’s either that or hiring me as a full time bodyguard. Ironically, some of her friends are really cute, I hope they have brothers to keep lechers like me away.

It’s 5 AM, I’m still awake and the only thing that is on my mind is the fact that this one girl doesn’t remember kissing me.

Fuck My Life.

Oh Wait… At least I didn’t drunken dial anyone. Yet….