Ramblings of a delusional dumbass

NOTE: Wall of text. Text in realtime. I might still use this idea, so back off. This is me thinking of a romance story- Ok. Here goes. There's a guy. It's from the guy's perspective. Why? I don't know. Good. It's evening, sappy descriptions of how wonderful and romantic the ambience is, chicks dig that shit. It's drizzling, just to make it seem more romantic. He's left his umbrella at home and i s walking in the rain. They're picturing Gerard Butler not Seth Rogen so it's aww... A litter of puppies huddled up in the rain, he builds a makeshift shelter with a piece of cardboard that's lying around. More awws. Good good. But why puppies? Why not? nothing is a metaphor here it's there just because. Ok, next. The guy is walking in the rain thinking of his girlfriend- who's left him. Why? We don't know. Probably because of something he did. Definately because he fucked up. Maybe he didn't give her enough of the D   You can't p

*NOTE* Women, please stay away from this post. Here, why don't you read  this  instead. TL;DR: Answer in a monosyllable, like you don't give a fuck and continue doing whatever you were doing. Most men to panic when a woman asks them this question, because they believe that it has no "right" answer. This is suicide mission forced upon them by women. I guess this is what goes on in a woman's mind when she asks a guy this question- "..." Exactly. Women aren't rational thinkers, their decisions are based on emotions, and they try to rationalize it later. Of course women will refute this, they don't want the other sex to know of their secrets! But I digress. I say "most men" because there are a  few of us enlightened folks, who know exactly how to respond to this without the fear of fucking things up. It's quite easy actually, in fact it is so simple that it makes it that much easier for us to overlook this. However, when confro

NOTE: I had written this about a week ago, but didn't post it because I didn't think it was something that would appeal to teh general public. I still don't think it does that but I am suffering from an acute case of  "IDontGiveAFuckitis" so here it is. I don't give a fuck what you think about this, but if you are going to run to my mom and complain about what I do online just because it doesn't go down well with you it just makes you an immature and incompetent pussy. Seriously, this is the internet, get a life. The time is 2247 as I am writing this. A little sleep deprived, and a whole lot of self hatred and shame swimming about my aurashitpiss. I have a ton of writing work that needs my immediate attention, but I chose to do this. Arrogance? Dipshitness is more like it. Moving on... So I was listening to Rock you like a hurricane by Scorpions earlier this evening, while I was doing the dishes (yeah, i'm cool that way). I mean i wasn't even