Pussy is heroin for the ego. And I need a fucking hit. It’s been a month. Little more. New Year’s Day was the last time. I know I said New Year’s Eve is an ass desert and don’t go out and fuck New Year’s and etc. But I was wrong; I took home an attractive woman I met at a great party, and fucked her in the morning when I was sober enough for my dick to work. Don’t ever listen to me. But that was a month ago.
Gotta get back on OKCupid now but what do you say, you know. All girls want to know what you do. I’m unemployed. I had put that I had a shitty job, but, a job is a job. I had listed that my income was between forty and fifty thousand dollars a year. Now it’s zero. When girls asked what do you do, I would lie, I would tell them some outlandish shit. But it was a lie with a powerful truth behind it, which was: I work on movies and TV shows you know about and love and I get to meet famous people and, you know, I have a place to go in the fucking morning Monday through Friday. Continue reading