I hate being harmless

I really have to work on the whole asshole/fuckhead thing or I may never have sex again. Nobody sleeps with the nice guy. It is starting to get on my nerves...

What happened to Sunday?

OK, where the hell is my life going? Quo vadis?

Here I am, early Sunday evening. I'm barely up, I'm in the middle of a bizarre contraction of a day. I'm making my morning coffee and dinner simultaneously. I couldn't manage to climb the ladder to my loft so I fell asleep on the couch with my club clothes still on. I found myself stripping off my velvet pants to take my morning shower before starting dinner. My counter is cluttered with empty glasses and empty bottles. I find myself rushing through my morning/evening routine to be ready in time to head out to the club again before I have to crawl back into my grey cubicle.

I'm pleased because there are only a few days left before I have real money in my pocket again so I can go out even more. I'm having fun. I'm killing myself. I smoke because I'm hoping for an early death and I need to cling to something.

"You should have checked your horoscope in THE POST"

"It's time for a new set of illusions that will serve you better in the coming week. Resisting the inevitable isn't going to help you feel anything but frustrated, Leo. Work on accepting the cosmic drift that blows through your world on a regular basis. "

(not from The Post, but rather Astrology.com)