  Mmm, let's see. Monday. Pretty day. Feeling fairly decent and it's nice. Am seeing a nice guy, nothing special, but decent company. Have a date with another guy on Tuesday. Seems nice. Decent. Nothing special. Is it me?
Are my expectations too high? Do I need constant stimulation? Invigoration? Aren't all "guys" selfish fucking egotistical bastards who use the companionship of women to validate their flagging egos? It sure as hell feels that way. Spoke with my mom yesterday. She weighs 112. She sounded like she was drugged up beyond belief. I'm tired of people asking after her. They only do it to seem concerned and caring. But it's so fucking patronizing that I just want to slap them upside their heads.
Instead, I just say fine and abruptly change the subject as if to say "QUIT FUCKING ASKING ME ABOUT MY MOTHER YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE YOU DON'T REALLY CARE ANYWAY YOU JUST WANT TO KNOW WHEN ARE WE GOING TO HANG OUT OR GO SHOPPING OR JUST FUCK AROUND SO PLEASE JUST GET TO YOUR FUCKNIG POINT AND QUIT BRINGING UP MY FUCKING MOTHER FOR GOD'S SAKE. " So, yeah, something like that. 
