Plea.

I hope I will not be bored to death in camp this week. If the past week repeats itself, I think I may begin developing serious psychological issues.

I mean, there's only so much sleeping that one can take in twenty four hours, everyday. There're only so many toilets one can endeavour to clean by himself. There's only so much I can do to while away time twenty four hours confined to one floor of spartan living space before I go nuts and kill everybody in sight.

Like, Love. Maybe Not.

It's been nearly 3 years since I was last properly involved in a romantic escapade in the form of a relationship. 3 years, which I figure is way too long since I've had the good fortune to have a person to revolve my life around. It's weird because I think that the longer that I'm going on without feeling absolutely intimate with an individual the less attuned I am to the fabulous intricacies of human emotion. More recently I've been blasé and harder to please, hardly anything is exciting or brings great big cheery rainbows into memory anymore.

It's quite sad because recently I was introduced this girl by a friend who recognized my ailments and I found that I wasn't in the least bit interested in her. Which is terrible, because oh god if the prospect of booty doesn't even excite me anymore, whatever do I have to do to get fixed?.

I need to get an ipod soon, because if nothing music is a good for passing time and inducing analgesia. Not like, I'm fucking emo or anything, just kinda concerned for lack of concern for anything else.

People Pleaser.

Who reads this anymore?

Writing this has become more of an annoying tic that I have to address whenever I have an internet connection and enough energy to muster. Once, someone who had recently discovered this told me that I was a funny guy. Which was also quite funny in its own way, because I firmly believe that I am not. More recently, this has degenerated into sporadic one liners which don't even entertain. That, is very sad and should not be allowed to continue. I intend to do something about it.

Celebrate!

Figuring out where to celebrate birthdays is a headache. I mean, it would be so much better and a lot more fuss free if you were to simply surprise me, or just transfer cash into my bank account.

Or, help me find the love of my life. That would be a lot more appreciated.

Hello World!

I kind of get how war veterans have difficulty adjusting to civilian line after returning from operations. It's been about two weeks since I've been shuttled away to the edge of this country ensuring the safety of the world's leaders and I just can't seem to shake the feeling I need to be ammunition on be on the lookout for nasty nasty terrorists.


Oooh civilisation, let's get reacquainted!

Huzzah!

Once again, I am saved by the wonders of the world through extreme misrepresentation. I am now, free from the angry angry man who wasn't the least bit intrigued by other people and am now a foolish, foolish youth(?) completely at the mercy of whatever magical fancy takes hold of me.

P.S. It has always been a fantasy to be able to shoot at someone while in the service of the nation. I may be disappearing for a couple of weeks, and it is my greatest wish that one such opportunity will arise while I am carrying out whatever orders our glorious armed forces may have for me.

Think well of me, if you do not hear from me again!

A moment of clarity

The past month has been a great big blur of being confounded. If you were to ask me what I have been doing for the past month, I'd probably take about a minute to dust off the cobwebs in the attic that is my cranium struggle to make sense of the fuzzy memories, describe random events not according to any discernible timeline and struggle to comprehend the gibberish that I had just let loose.

Presently simmering in bodily secretions and dirt accumulated over the course of the day, I would have trouble describing my day to you too. I mean, I woke up milled about the house whiling time away, ate, thought about several things that I wanted to do but lacked motivation to and am now here.

Which is why I am very thankful to all the various people who have helped to keep this period of time relatively less insane than it could have been. The many people who for some reason decided-unsolicited- to contact and/or ask me out to experience reality. Awesome people you guys. Even if I don't respond kindly-or even not at all. Thanks.