Confused-Shoes

Not taking it badly. Still eating three good meals everyday plus maybe three of four snacks in between. Cigarettes kept to a minimum, just two a day. Spending less on books and records, saving up for neckties and slacks. Keeping pace with the demands of bachelorhood, making definite appointments in synch with my mood. Has become less agressive, temper’s been tempered and barkada life is booming. Dating occassionaly, textmates still at the backseat. Storms are irrelevant. Gas is the only thing that irritates me right now.

Keeping myself so busy just to be able to forget. Hell, I’ve been here before. And I’m enjoying the strength that builds up inside. I am able to forget heartbreaks faster than ever before, thanks to the wonder pills I’ve been taking since I was circumcised. Geez. But I didn’t grow tall at all. Must be the genes. And is it also genetic, that I can’t be in a long term relationship with another functional adult female? Either it is my psyche or my fate. Oh well. I’m quite tired. But why should I be? I’m just beginning to have a smashing comeback as the king of misery.

After 8 girlfriends, 6 informal relationships, 2 M.U.’s, 4 dumped occassions and 65 flirtations, I’m definitely back at square one. I can’t say that lovelife is booming. But it definitely really isn’t so optimistic.

So I end it with my classic questions? Was it her loss or mine?

Mine. Definitely. Hahaha.