Fuck you...
Right now my emotional state is a mix of anger, betrayal, and loneliness... and the only thing I can think so blogggg is:
This is the fattiest ham I have ever eaten.
Seriously, fuck off to all those who made fun of my X-Men reviews. Did it occur to any of you at all that while I was doing those I felt less reason to bitch about other things? Maybe thinking people gave a shit about reviews of classic comics rather than my emotional pain made me feel good and not dwell on the negative things? Oh of course not. I'm your nigger. I'm here for your entertainment at any expense.
Hey maybe I'm not kidding when I get mad about people making fun of my bloggggg.
"Put on a brave face". That's really hard. People are not idiots. They can see through falseness. Unless you're a great actor, they will see your pain your trying to hide. Why hide pain? To find it's cure.
No, wait. People are idiots. That's why we have to endure "My big fat obnoxious Donald Trump trapped on an island with spoiled quasi-celebrity/porn stars who want to marry a "millionaire" they win on TV".
I'm the last of my kind. Unmarried, unattached, semi-confident, nice guy, horndog. The rest are gone now. And I miss you. But I wish you all the best of luck. The second to last going really hurt me. Almost like betrayal. But it's for his best. And despite my selfish pain, his hapiness does mean a lot to me.
And yes, I would have a threesome with another guy if the circumstances were right.
