Posted by azngeek at January 9th, 2007

Psych stole my thunder.  (Psych is Jon, Azngeek is me Tim, for the record, again!)
I was thinking of posting something has heart wrenching as that after having this stupidly painful conversation. Not with myself. That would just be weird. Not to say that I don’t talk to myself like I am doing so now. But that’s completely beside the point. Psych still stole my thunder. My moment of truth. To make people cry. To know that us masculine sensitive blokes still exist.
Psych talked about Y. And I won’t disclose her fullname either. For me, it’s V. She’s in league with Y. The type of girl that would make a man’s man, cry to sleep. They make us men feel like we are falling, falling a million miles from grace. From safety. To an abyss. V and another girl have made me felt like that. So I’m one down from psych. Everyone else have just very much been emotional rebounds. Ricocheting off the edges the cliffs from what would otherwise have been a painless free fall until the moment of collision. It really does suck big dirty Harry’s balls, when you think about it. That us masculine men would be rendered to masculine men that cry to themselves when they are alone in the corner of a dark room with grey walls and a freaky potrait of a perverted old man eyeing the masculine man. Quite disgusting really. I still refuse to believe that us men of men can just crumble. But then again, girls like that, with their smell, their smiles and their sickeningly perfect sense of fashion that seem to be aimed to go for a kill, without a license to do so, can do many things to a man.
I think that’s all for now… busy. Damn.

Kthxbye.

Azngeek