Despite being a generally nice guy and someone that enjoys both a fine turn of phrase and leg, I really get tired of other people at times. I just get sick and fucking tired of being around other people. It doesn't help that my apartment is such a mess right now that it is no longer the sanctuary I need it to be. I'll have to work on that tonight.
I don't want to be needed but I need to be wanted.
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Somebody is pissy because somebody got faked numbered last night...
I hope AG no longer wonders why no one ever takes her seriously anymore.
This post is also an excellent example of why I must remember to avoid answering certain questions. About feelings.
Um, AG never wondered. She knows why and it involves a certain asshole and the f'ing patriarchy.
Jerk.
Chuckles, I took you seriously and you know that. I just know better than to talk about feelings with you on the blogs.
In fact, I think most of us know that.
That doesn't change that we love you.
Geesh.
wait until you're married and then you have nowhere to go to be alone.
hmm, upon reflection that was a whiny downer of a comment.
[insert moral support comment here]
I sometimes feel that way about the other sentient robots
Hell is other people (That's Sartre)
Sartre and I must have many of the same acquaintances.
Come out and visit. My kids are the neediest, wantiest humans you'll ever meet. They'll sate you.
and if you come visit me, we can be alone, together. (but I've said that before)
mdhatter, are you coming on to me? Not that there's anything wrong with that.
No, he's coming onto AG. Bitch.
Hell is for other people (That's Satire).
moral support moral support moral support - feel better?? NO? You can beat me if it makes you feel better.
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