I haven't really spoken to you for awhile.  I have been mostly writing reviews of tv shows or the what not.  I haven't written much about my life because it seems to be at a definite low point right now.  Why do any complaining, it doesn't change the fact that I am low and depressed?  I think the last time I wrote about my woes, I was complaining about eHarmony and their bullshit.  Well I got over it for the most part.  I decided to try craigslist.  Ok, I wasn't looking in the casual encounter section but the women seeking men for something meaningful.  Well I found a girl and reading what she was looking for it was almost a perfect description of me.  I sent her an email and part of her requirement for response was attaching a picture.  I did get a reply but not what I hoped for.  She said that while we sounded like a good match it wouldn't work.  She went on and said that while someone with extra weight is fun to cuddle with she didn't want to vomit every time she cuddled with that person.  At least she was honest and sent me a reply.  You know I get disgusted with mankind.  Everyone judges by physical appearance while they claim oh that doesn't matter and what truly matters is personality and the insides.  I guess it is all bullshit.  I have had weird dreams lately and I guess it is all leading me to the same conclusion.  In one dream I watch all my friends go out and get married while I stand alone.  Another dream has it that for some reason I have all my friends gathered at my house and for some reason I invite strippers and hookers over.  Well once again I am left alone sitting on a folding chair in the middle of my living room while everyone I invited is off doing their thing.  What it tells me is that love is not something meant for me and never will be.  Well enough about me.  Time to be the sad clown.  Crappy tattoos.

I've had those same feelings, but I don't think I would tattoo them on my body.

Psycho-analyzation of this tattoo would be interesting.  I am trying and I can only come up with the idea that the guy who got this tattoo outwardly likes women but has a secret desire to be with a man. 

Oh...wow...a floorplan.  This reminds me of a classmate in gradeschool that would spend countless recesses on our classroom's computer designing floorplans.  It was like that was all he did and he didn't go to the bathroom because he had to design the house.  Oh it got really smelling.  I remember one recess actually getting to play and a friend and I put that program on and we made the worst looking house ever.  We had a water heater in the living room but we called it a weed holder because on the shape it said w/h.  We also put a pool in the garage.  Well the kid started crying that we were abusing the game and no way would anyone ever buy our house designs.  Well I bet you think he went on to be some sort of interior designer.  No, he owns a model train shop.

Sadly, she turned me down for a date.

I guess this is my competition.

Maybe I should do this. 

I just downloaded Radiohead's new album.  It is like they came through my computer and are making love to my ears.