I'm a bad blogger

Mission 1. Hook up with someone as old as my mom (54) and as young as my sister (20) in a month.
Mission 2. Live a completely gay lifestyle (without the gay sex) for a month.
Mission Three: Live without an apartment for a month.
Mission Four: Reconnect.
Mission Five: Re-take the SATs.
Mission Five: Become a PUA (Pick Up Artist) and wing Cali to 5 F-closes.

I'm a terrible blogger. I have been spiraling downhill even since I wrote the title. From bad to terrible. What's next? Abhorrant?

It's been a week since I've written anything. I haven't even been reading anyone's blog. I dodge in here and there, but not like I normally do. Things are a bit busy at work, the weather has me uninspired, and I haven't been able to steer my perpetual boner in a productive direction.

My friends are fucking with me too. But things are looking up. I got my car back which was in the shop and I played a solid game with no injuries on Monday night basketball.

There's a bachelor party on April 7th. Jim made the arrangements. We're booked at Circus Circus. Now, if you've ever been to Vegas, you know that place is a hole. Seriously, it is sad. It is the anti-Bellagio, filled with kiddie grime and snotrags. I plan to spend very little waking time there.

So here's the thing. This is why I hate my friends. Jesse called Jim and was fucking with him about the reservations. Jim made them at the cheapest place he could find to spite Jesse. I laughed at first until I realized two things. First, I'm fucked as well. Second, Jim will hook up with a girl and stay at her place and I'll be fucked. Anyway, I'm fucked, but I plan on fucking Jim back. I guess I could make my own reservation now that I think of it, but then I would be accepting defeat. It was done as a challenge and I should treat it as such. Besides, I've stayed in bigger shitholes.

The Game is almost completed. Just a few more pages. The nugget I learned so far is that when you gently attack a female's self-esteem, she will seek validation from you. Obviously, it depends on the girl, but it makes sense. There was a second interesting tidbit but I was thinking about Girl Scout Cookies when I read it and that fucked with my recall. Ah, lovely samoas with your decadant caramel. You enchant my tongue.

That's it from me. No sex, crappy hotels, bad friends and dreaming about cookies. Hope your month is going a bit better. I seriously need some female companionship to snap me out of things. But I am unmotivated to even attempt that too. Now, should a beautiful woman just wind up in my apartment (preferably with a 6-pack) that would be cool. But the thought of actively seeking a woman for sexual purposes doesn't have me doing backflips.

By the way, has anyone seen those Honda Element commercials with the cut-out animals? For some reason they popped in my head. They fucking kill me, everytime I see them. Oh, and Sons and Daughters too. Love it. I saw part of the second one and thought it was really fresh and funny. Still haven't gotten around to watching the Sopranos.

Have a great holiday. Hopefully, I can write about something more interesting when I rid myself of the excess man gravy I've been storing.