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The Desk.

A Dignified Countenance, and a little bit of Soul.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

So Re'-re' dropped by the house last night because we ordered a bunch of pizza and it was just me and mother. We talked about everything and it was good. Somewhere during that four hours that felt like five minutes, we got out all the yearbooks and for some reason started talking about who we had had crushes on. I couldn't actually remember any until I saw their picture, and even then it was only a vague recollection. All my crushes in high school were for like three days when I was like "Hmm, what about her," and I'd think about how smart and beautiful and left-handed she was until I realized she was way out of my league. Speaking of my league, I'm pretty sure I don't even have a league because no girls I meet are in it. League nothing, hell, I'm not even in the game. Never have been. I've never needed game. Cause I know there's no women out there who would be remotely interested in any game I might have. Except people two and three years younger than me who literally throw themselves at me, there's nobody I could possibly be attractive to. That's just how it is when you're as crazy as I am, have no social skills, and you're 5'5 and look like a 6 year old. People keep trying to tell me this girl and that girl used to be in love with me but I didn't believe it then and don't believe it now. I refuse to accept the notion that somebody might be attracted to me; it's just not possible. And if she is, she's probably delusional or mentally ill or ten years old because that's the only way that could happen. Hell, I'm surprised when people so much as recognize me, much less enjoy the fact that they know who I am. So in light of this well-known fact, I've never tried to pursue anybody. And I don't intend to start any time soon. Especially with these fine college women around here, there's no way I can compete, even with the ratio in my favor. After all, I'm Watson, and that aint my game.

I'm also done with the funny. It worked for a while, but it's just not what I need to be doing here. That's right, no more funny, no more voices, no more mr. delightfully quirky.
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