The night is young and you’re so beautiful

I can remember a point after a bad relationship when I cried out in anger, begging for something in the world to allow me to have feelings for people again. It’s an inhuman feeling, not feeling, and I really just wanted someone to have a crush on, so at least I would have something to work on, to look forward to.

Arh arh arh arhh huhuh harh har ar

Slowly but surely, as my brain made a few more connections and my emotions began to sink in again. People worth hanging out with started showing up at our house and at our parties. Some of them even complimented our brilliance and humor because of our website and videos.

It is really easy to like people when they keep boosting your ego.

And when they are so god damn hot.

The more we get into the semester, the more girls I realize I really want. They come over and maybe only spend a few minutes and perhaps only look at me from the couch for a few glances. Sometimes it seems like they don’t want to have much of anything to do with me but since they are in my room on the couch I am allowed to assume a few things and dream about them.

A friend told me one time that all I really had to do was take her and throw her up against the wall (in a soft and loving yet forcefully passionate way) and kiss her, and she would melt in my arms. I can’t seem to decide if I should ask her first or just do it and hope for the best.

As the number of girls rise, so does my ego, and I desperately search for a way to boost my ego, a saying I can tell myself to give me an edge of confidence, without feeling like an shallow ass-hole.

After they leave my house sometimes I go across the street and confront the old buzzard that keeps stealing our pots and pans from our storage on the side of our house. At least I am taking care of a dispute, and if he comes back for a fork and a spoon I can really give him the evil eye.

“You will be mine, oh yes, you will be mine” –Wayne Campbell (Wayne’s World)

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