The Absolute Height of Human Ignorance Aug 22, 2008 11:20 pm Mood: calm, 985 Views Let's back track a little. Let me pose a question. Suppose someone you know has cancer. They are unable, physically, to do things. How would you respond? But helping them? Assisting them? Working with them? Or would you tell them to grow up and get over it? Now, suppose the person you know has OCD. Would you tell them to get over it and grow up, or would you help them work with them and try to make it so they would feel included? Why do I ask this? Simple. Over the past 30 years (yes, my life), I have been diagnosed with four developmental issues and/or mental illness. 1) Asperger's Syndrome: This is acute autism. This is a person who is unable to function socially, internalizes, yet has the cognitive ability to succeed at academic realms. Asperger's requires structure, or else the person, being autistic, sinks back inside themselves and goes almost catatonic. Asperger's and Autism develop when the child is in the womb. 2) Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder: People refer to this as "being anal retentive." Monk makes this into a joke on television. While the characterization are hilarious, this sucks. 3) Manic Depression: Runs in my family and has for generations. This is also developed because of a misfire or undevelopment in the brain. 4) Hyperactivity: Also runs in my family, though luckily my case is mild. None of these are physical ailments. Why, for the love of God, am I told to "grow up" and "get over it?" Why is there such a social and humanitarian misunderstanding of diseases of the mind? Would people tell an AIDS patient, a cancer patient or one with renal failure to get over it? Why is it, if there is no physical sympto, people assume it doesn't exist? And sadly, where did all these people get their medical degrees and licenses? I would like to see them! I've been institutionalized twice in my life due to my four wonderful "fake" conditions. Once, when I was 18, because my low in my maniac depression was so deep that I stood on Lewiston Bridge in Niagara Falls looking down trying to be convinced by friends that it wasn't worth it. . .and the other time (when I got my AS diagnosis) when I drank myself to near alcohol poisoning (another attempt) trying to end the pain of trying to figure out what was wrong with me! I get tired of hearing that developmental issues and mental illnesses are made up. That right wing tool, Michael Savage, did it and I wanted to jump through my radio and throttle the shitstain! Let me explain sometime: Symptoms and manifestations are not something people who suffer from developmental/mental illness can control. Can a patient with Sickle Cell Anemia control when a bout with that painful disease will occur? How about the Spina Bifida patient in the wheelchair because half their spine is missing. . .can they control that? I am sick of hearing "it's all about choices." I don't choose to live with what I have. I choose to avoid the medication. Anyone who's taken it knows that is leaves you less than functioning! I've been on so many drugs. . .they don't cure. They just enable to "live with." And the side effects are worse than the affliction. As I was getting diagnosed, I did alot of self-medicating. Alcohol was my normal means, because it was readily available in a Jewish household. When I was self-medicated, I didn't feel as miserable as I did not. . .so I sunk into a deep well of alcohol abuse. For the past 16 years, I've been drunk off and on for 10 of them. I am intelligent enough to understand what I have and what I suffer from. That doesn't mean "it's the first step to recovery." Again, before I get that bullshit line again, please remember these are developmental and mental illnesses and conditions. Acceptance is not part of the cure. If you ever have a child, please get them tested for these issues, and others. My parents were in denial for years. It took a hospitalization for suicide attempts for them to start waking up. But, by that time, I was 18, developed my coping and defense techniques, developed my self-destructive nature and became what I am today. Before I get the "you can always change" line, understand that it doesn't work that way. I grow tired of all the stupidity around diseases that have no physical or observational on a glance symptoms. The brain is a very delicate instrument. One screw up in the womb can something won't ever be correct. I believe crack-babies are prime examples of that! 1 comment

I hate banks (and Korean ones are worse than American ones) Aug 19, 2008 4:33 am Mood: gloomy, 1049 Views I have never seen such hostility in banking laws in my life. I cannot access my bank account or make changes without my passport, even though my Korean Alien Registration Card is my "official Korean ID." I cannot access paypal through my Korean bank because I'm not a Korean national. I cannot get a credit card until I'm hear six months because of Korean credit laws. I wonder which shithead foreigner fucked it up all. I noticed that government in Korean kills flies with elephant guns. Instead of dealing with small problems, they expand it to make it big problems. I had to go through hell and a half for my visa. Now, I have to wire money through a bank to bank transfer to my parents in order to pay a couple of monthly bills I have in the states! Absolutely amazing. The hostility toward outsiders in the culture is frightening, and eye opening. Sadly, I can't say much. My culture and society hates non-white Christians so we're all screwed. I just have to remind myself. . .it's all bullshit, and it's bad for you! 2 Comments

10 Types of Republicans Aug 16, 2008 10:34 pm Mood: amused, 1132 Views TRANSCRIPT OF 10 TYPES OF REPUBLICANS Today's Republican Party is quite diverse And spans all walks of life. So grab a chair and sit right down, As we break them down into ten basic types. If you ask Mr. Money Bags about the meaning of life He'll say "Ain't a damn thing funny" Because the only thing that's important to him is "Where's the Money? Where's the Money? Gimme the Money." This millionaire cum billionaire Who favors low low tax rates Wants to keep his wealth all to himself Not support public programs he hates. "To hell with the lower classes", he says "Those people are all worthless cogs!" "I need to buy mink-fur-lined toilet seats" And diamond jewelry for all of my dogs!" He also hates the inheritance tax "This policy I oppose!" Because his spoiled daughter needs every last cent To snort it all up her nose. Mr. Warhawk's idea of diplomacy Is yelling "Let's solve everything with war!" Just as long as his kids aren't in the army you see And it's made up of the brown and the poor. He thinks he's a military genius, too Smarter than Sun Tzu and ol' Colin Powell Even though his only military training's from Watching "Red Dawn" staring C. Thomas Howell Mr. Bibleton is a born again Christian Just like his best buddy the prez And they're both devout believers in Christ Only...Not so much in what he says Jesus' words of helping the poor and needy Are all right there in the Bible But if you ask if he believes it's true he'll say "Um... I believe that might be a typo" They care not 'bout Aids in Africa Or spreading love in the world today. What issue are they most concerned about? "Makin' sure the TV don't turn us gay" And here's Mr. Contrarian He hates liberal causes and cases If you say Global Warming melts the polar ice caps They'll say "No it isn't" til they're blue in the faces He's often on Yahoo news message boards Typing in all caps and in the dark Or perhaps you'll find him in Hollywood Writing plot lines for South Park Mr. NRA likes guns more than people That's why (boom boom boom boom) And he (boom boom boom boom boom) (boom boom boom boom boom) ...Even though most Americans support gun control and banning cop-killer bullets. In business school Mr. Frat learned that Corporate group-think is always quite right. Which explains why he's such a super fan Of Dane Cook, Fox News and Coors Light He hates affirmative action, though For he feels it's a government gyp "People should have get their own damn jobs in the world" Like he did at his dad's hot tub dealership. If forced to pick a political slogan, though And choose a motto that fits Mr. Frat would think for a moment and say either "Woo-hoo!" or "Show us your tits!" Mr. Log Cabin likes spending his time and Money Helping Republicans campaign to win Even though most of the folks he's voting for Think his existence is a mortal sin. And why is he such a staunch supporter Of a party that so hates his guts? "Because achieving equal rights is less important Than getting upper bracket tax cuts." Then again, he may be a genius so Let's take all of our criticism back. For he knows if Republicans remain in charge Gay soldiers can't be sent to Iraq. Mr. Numbnuts is a hard working fellow And though he ranks among the working poor He consistently votes for a party that boasts Of killing free health care on the Congressional floor But is he angry with these rich old men Who say they'll never raise his minimum wage? Well, not while there's plenty of beer and wrestling To channel all his misplaced rage. The original minutemen risked their lives Defending us from English imperial power What are today's minutemen defending us from? Busboys making three bucks an hour. Some say they're dedicated patriots And others, an over zealous mob Irregardless someday it'll be more cost effective To hire an illegal to do their job. And last is an Eisenhower Republican He's a fan of fiscal restraint He's also cautious with military intervention He knows what's a war and what ain't. He's a thoughtful, decent, honest man Who thinks that in order to win You must be a moderate who unites all people And...Whu-oh, looks like there's no room for him. Yes, the Republican party's an intriguing quilt of politics, personalities and...(rat-a-tat-tat-tat!) All housed together under one giant insane circus tent. To see the video, go to youtube and search for "ten types of Republicans." 6 Comments

Asshole-itis Aug 16, 2008 3:30 am Mood: crushed, 1631 Views It's a very common disease. Symptoms include acting like a douchebag, believing you're G-d's gift to the world and thinking your sh*t don't stink. I've run into people with varying degrees of asshole-itis in my life way too many times. Half of the reason I keep to myself completely if I have too littler tolerance for this disease and its idiot cousin disease: Stupid Bullsh*t. See, asshole-itis and stupid bullsh*t run rampant in the world. . .it comes from the main, debilitating malady called "Completely full of sh*t!" In, in all honesty, asshole-itis and Stupid Bullsh*t are just symptoms of the bigger disease of "Completely Full of Sh*t!" CFOS gets worse when someone has too much "Liquid Courage." "Liquid Courage" has two names depending on the sex of the user: "Intelligent Inhibitor" if the user is a man, "Bitch Enhancer" if the user is a woman. Where am I going with this? No matter the culture, location or age group, "Completely Full of Sh*t," with it's two main symptoms of "Asshole-itis" and "Stupid Bullsh*t" exists in a majority of the population. I've always been a "Where is the chase and how do I cut to it" type of man. I don't enjoy the "stupid bullsh*t" that comes with dating: The head games, the superiority complexes, the overly emotional protectiveness, the suspicion. I'm a very simple person, with very simple tastes. I am beginning to, once again, dislike going out at all. It may be lonely, but at least there isn't a let down. At least there aren't people around suffering from "Completely Full of Sh*t." And I've developed the right way of judging if someone is suffering from "Completely Full of Sh*t." It only takes four things and about three seconds: 1) Is the person in front of you awake? 2) Is the person in front of you talking? 3) Is the person in front of you a man? 4) If not, is the person in front of you a woman? Is the answer to three out of the four is "yes," that person suffers from the disease of "Completely Full of Sh*t." Where am I going with this? I'm 30 years old, and I have given up looking, trying or attempting to look and try. I don't really care anymore. When I go out with anyone, I am resigned that I will meet no one, no one will want to talk to me, no one will have the slightest interest in me and men with 1/4 of the accomplishments and attributes I have will end up with some form of happiness. In my 30 years, I have not known two consecutive days of true happiness. A person I just met looked at me a few days ago, and with completely sincerity in her voice said "you've known alot of pain in your life." I asked her why she would say that. "Because I can see it on your face and in your eyes." Apparently, my smile isn't enough to hide the torment, torture and anguish I have lived. I didn't respond to her, nor have I spoken to her since. My eyes have known too much pain, and there's little that can be done about it. Soon, hopefully my agent will have a film option for me to sign (making me $150,000 to $200,000 richer), I will got back to the gym as soon as everything that needs to be settled is settled here and I will be able to find a musical composer who can put my songs to music since I can't write music. Hopefully, I'll be able to pass my Korean literacy test in order to start my PhD. Even if all that happens, then what? Accomplishment after accomplishment. . .accolade after accolade; who will I share it with? No one. . .there's no one for me. There won't ever be anyone for me. What do I have to offer a person? I'm the life of the party, the fun guy, the "sweet" guy, the entertaining guy and the one who makes everything more fun. . .and am always the one forgotten at the end of the night. I don't want platitudes: You're looking in the wrong places. If you think it can, it will. There's someone for everyone. I don't believe that "Stupid bullsh*t" anymore. People who say that to me suffer from extreme "asshole-itis" caused by an intense case of "Completely Full of Sh*t!" Want to cure it? There's a homeopathic remedy to CFOS. It's called "Walk a Mile in My Shoes." If that is too rare of a remedy, the store sells "See the World Through My Eyes" tonic. But, that's expensive too. I'll stick to my remedy: "Shut In Reclusive Syndrome." Because my eyes have seen too much pain. My heart has been let down and broken too many times. And my ego and psyche have been fractured beyond repair. I give up trying anymore. It's just no worth it. 14 Comments

My Take on John Edwards, from an uncompromising liberal Aug 14, 2008 2:36 am Mood: annoyed, 1342 Views WHO CARES??? But, since Edwards is so horrible, let's look at the Republicans: 1. Newt Gingrich cheated on and divorced his wife on her cancer surgery bed. 2. David Vitter (R-LA) cheated on his wife with hookers while wearing a diaper. 3. Larry Craig (R-ID) got busted trying to get gay sex in a Minnesota rest room. 4. Mark Foley (R-FL] tried having sex with male underage interns. 5: Ted Haggard, right wing televangelist, was caught with a gay hooker and crystal meth. 6: Bob Livingston (R-LA) gave up the Speakership after getting caught in an affair. 7: John McCain (R-AZ) left his wife after he came back for the younger, hotter, richer bimbo he was cheating on her with. 8: Dwight Eisenhower cheated on his wife with Kate Somersby. 9: Vito Fossella (R-NY) admitted to police to having a child out-of-wedlock when stopped for drunk driving. 10: Don Sherwood (R-PA) admitted to an affair with a woman 30 years younger than him, after she accused him of physical abuse and attempting to choke her. 11: Neil Bush, brother or the AWOL Chimp, in a March 2003 divorce deposition, admitted repeatedly having sex with strange women who just showed up at his room while on an Asian business trip. He later admitted he contracted the clap! 12: Dan Burton (R-IN), while married, fathered a child by another woman. 13: Henry Hyde (R-IL] who had an extramarital affair with a woman who was married and had three children. 14: Ken Calvert (R-CA) was sued as an alimony deadbeat by his ex-wife. In 1993 he was caught by police receiving oral sex from a prostitute and attempted to flee the scene. 15: Strom Thurmond, (R-NC) fathered a child with a 16-year old African American maid working for his family. 16: Rudy Giuliani has had numerous adulterous affairs. 17: Ed Schrock, (R-VA), withdrew his candidacy for a third term after tapes of him soliciting for gay sex were circulated, while married. 18: Philip Giordano, Republican mayor of Hartford, CT, was sentenced to 37 years for forcing two 8 and 10 year old girls to perform oral sex on him in his City Hall office. 19: Dan Crane (R-I, married, father of six. had sex with a minor working as a congressional page. 20: George Washington cheated on Martha. I can't stand conservatives anymore. Narrow, unenlightened asswipes with a simple philosophy: I am superior and I am holier than thou! It takes every ounce of energy I have not to collapse the skulls of one of these conservative, bible thumping anti-American fascists and their rube enablers. I HATE CONSERVATIVES!!! 13 Comments

The Olympics and why I don't care Aug 9, 2008 9:22 pm Mood: aggravated, 1115 Views In 1972, 17 Israeli Olympiads were slaughtered in Munich. Jewish blood was once again spilled on German soil and the world, outraged, halted the games and gave people, athletes and everyone associated with the Olympics time to grieve, mourn and heal. Well, no. . .in the eyes of the world, Jewish blood is cheap. The Games continued as planned, no one cared and the IOC treated the entire event as if there was nothing to it, dictating that the Games will continue without pause or interruption, save a one day suspension where the Head of IOC didn't even mention the murders, because "that's what the athletes would have wanted." On the night of September 4th, Black September, an Islamic terrorist group tied to the PLO and Yassar Arafat, stormed the Olympic compound, took Israeli hostages and, in the process of the night, killed all 17 hostages they took. The German screwed up the rescue (which later was determined, upon investigation, to be on purpose since the hostages were "only Jews") and most of the international community couldn't have cared less. Some nations pulled out, such as The Philippine and Algerian teams, as did some members of the Dutch and Norwegian teams. A few Americans, such as Jewish diver Mark Spitz left. The Egyptian team left out of fear of reprisal. One Dutch marathon runner wrote what should have happened, but didn't: “You give a party, and someone is killed at the party, you don’t continue the party. I'm going home.” Many athletes, dazed by the tragedy, similarly felt that their desire to compete had been destroyed, although they stayed at the Games, namely out of tribute and athletic desire. The murderers who were killed on the raid were sent to Libya and given a hero's funeral, complete with military honors. When Israel began Operation Wrath of G-d to get the bastards (chronicled in the movie Munich), the world took notice and CONDEMNED ISRAEL for their murder. No one said a damn word about the Islamic terrorist's slaughter, only about the Israeli reaction. The IOC can kiss my ass. Only an organization as shitty as they are can have their games in the lands of brutal dictators [Berlin in 1936 and China in 2008] and justify it completely. Only the IOC can ignore murder on their grounds and act like it was a passing inconvenience, like a zit on your face. Only a bullcrap body like the IOC can act like tragedy isn't worth mentioning and the outside world of the games has no affect on the Games, that there is no politics involved. The Games are political, but the IOC doesn't see that. Screw off, IOC. . .I hope the Games suck balls. I hate the Olympics, I hate the IOC. Putting the Games in a brutal State like China, where dissent his squashed, questioning is viewed as disloyalty and progress is progress, no matter the cost, shows me, to the IOC, that money is the most important and the Games are secondary. Why not put the games in Zimbabwe next; I hear Robert Mugabe is just as brutal and vicious a dictator as that bastard Hu Jingtao, maybe even worst because Zimbabwe doesn't have the economic clout China has! I HATE THE OLYMPICS!!! 12 Comments

Obervations From An Outsider Looking In Aug 5, 2008 1:26 am 940 Views Just a few observations about Korea I have seen as I approach a month being here: 1) Buildings, for the most part, a generic, sterile and work toward efficiency rather than comfort. Business building look the same, high rises look the same and most apartments are generic in feel and design. 2) Deviation from protocol causes business minded Koreans' heads to explode. Even a small deviation from that is required or expected will cause convulsions. 3) Working here is an experience. What normally takes me about 10 minutes to do, I am given 2 hours. What should take me 2 hours, I'm given 40 minutes. Planning a class is easy, executing takes talent. But it seems the higher-ups view that differently. 4) This is a kosher Jews' nightmare with all the pork. It's hard finding food I can eat at times. I understand pigs take no space to raise, but I can't eat it. At least there's fish everywhere. 5) Facial hair is cause for weird stares. I have a thick mustache and goatee. The stares I get can be off-putting if I didn't understand the biology of Asian men. 6) I thought wiggers were funny back in the States. Asian wanna-bes are just too funny to be taken seriously. Yeah, you listen to rap. . .but you have no idea what the lifestyle means, the pain of the ghetto or the scorn of being a minority in your own country. 7) Koreans can't drive period. I've been almost killed crossing the streets here at least three times a day. Doesn't matter, because the cars are made for efficiency and not comfort anyway. I can't wait until I import my z28 next year. This place is a tech nerd's wet dream. Period! 9) No matter what I tell a Korean woman, she will insist on saying she's fat. 5'6" and 110 lbs and she thinks she fat??? Holy crap! BTW, Korean women have legs that just do not quit. 10) Finally, I don't know who said this best, but I thought American cabbies were dangerous. It's white knuckle all the way home with the cabs I've been in. Oh, and shocks on the bus would be good too! There are not meant to sound critical, just observations I have seen or experienced. 1 comment

New bar opening up in Bucheon Aug 4, 2008 7:51 am 963 Views A buddy of mine's friend is opening a new bar in Bucheon called Rhythm and Blues. They want me to DJ on nights when they don't have live bands. I'm considering it, though I am very rusty. Here are the directions. Anyone who wants to go, there will be two live bands and there will be door prizes, including iPods, bottles of some liquor, free beer, etc. Specials are Cass from 1000 KRW and Cuervo for 2000 KRW. It's on Saturday, August 9th. Location: Directly behind the CGV in Jungdong, Bucheon (Hyundai Department Store...Sopooong Bucheon Bus Termina end). SONGNAE STATION LINE 1- North Exit. Take Bus 7-1, 50-1, 12-1, 80, 87, or 37 to Hyundai Department Store/ E Mart stop. Cross the street to the Hyundai Side and walk all the way to the end, we're on the 3rd floor on the right. If you are coming from SEOUL STATION, SINCHON, HONGDAE areas you can jump on the Orange buses 1300, 1600, or 1601 and get off at the Hyundai Dept Store stop (you'll get dropped off in front across the street. Cross the big road and go behind and right all the way to the end, 3rd floor 0 Comments

My night last night (not atypical at all) Aug 1, 2008 11:35 pm Mood: crushed, 1090 Views So, I go out last night with a co-worker and he brings a friend. . .female, reasonably attractive but not showing too much upstairs. We take the 5500 line to some place where there are a bunch of people and a techno/trance nightclub known as Mass. Before we go in there, we find this bar/grill and proceed to down Soju and eat. Another of his friends shows up and brings two females with him. Another co-worker of mine shows up. . .all in all, there are four men and three women in the party. As we sit down to eat and drink, one co-worker starts talking to one of the women, his friend does the same and my other co-worker does the same. So, now three men are talking to three women. Guess who's the fifth wheel? When I try to interject myself, I am spoken down to and shot down fast, even though I just wanted to be involved. So, I do what any autistic person does: I find my safety zone. I whip out my iPod and start listening to my music, all the while slamming Soju shots with Coke chasers. Some 40 Soju shots later, they decide its time to go to Mass. As we leave, the people I am with stay with their perspective partner of the opposite sex and I still remain the fifth wheel. I was feeling like crap before we left for this place before. . .now I am extremely low. However, the Soju slamming to numb my pain was the high light of the night. We get into Mass. . .20K KRW cover and it's a rave atmosphere. I walk through the crowd and, because I used to rave and rave DJ, I get into the music. Raves are one place if a man dances alone, it's not really gay feeling. DJ is playing high energy fusion and trance. Easy shit to dance to. I begin to notice something. . .the white women are doing their best to ignore the fact that I am there, while the Korean women run from me if I even get near them. So, I keep to myself. I watch the people I came in with enjoying each other's company and I am, yet again, feeling like the fifth wheel. After about an hour of feeling like I an the Elephant Man, I use my hands to indicate to one of the people I went out with that I was going home. I walked out, almost being knocked over by three Korean men at least 1/3 my size and height. As I step outside, the street is lined with Korean women and men, presumably boyfriends or male friends. I am shot dirty look after dirty look. I walk into a little corner bodega and buy some chocolate and a large thing of water, all the while being stared at and made to feel completely unwelcome. After five minutes of this, I decide enough's enough and it's time to go back to the one place I feel completely safe: My apartment. I hail a taxi, $20K KRW later and 20 minutes in the cab, I am home. I tip the driver, even though I know that's taboo here, but I don't give a shit because he took me directly to my front door. I unlock my door and just as I am feeling completely worthless inside, the one thing that has stood by me through the darkest times in my life jumps on me, knocks my drunken body to the floor and starts licking my face, wagging her tail like I had been gone for years when it was only about five hours. I fell asleep in my bed with my rather large fur person nuzzling her snout under my armpit and snoring as she slept. At least there's one thing in the world that loves and accepts me unconditionally. All in all, this is very typical of when I go out. My friends ditch me, women ignore me and I go home alone, my own ego salvation is when I get home, I have my fur person Butters ready to lift my spirits just a bit. And people begin to wonder why I don't trust people, I don't like being around them and I truly believe that there is no one for me out there at all. Don't give me the platitudes. . .I don't want to hear them anymore. The thing is, I feel haunted. The last thing my ex-wife said to me before it ended was "you're a loser and no woman will ever love you again." Every time I go out and shit like this happens (which happens 99 times out of 100), all I hear are her words and her laugh. I can't shake it. I can't shake off what she said to me because she was correct. There is no one for me. I'm beginning to think I'm better off being reclusive. At least that way I can shut my mind off and live with myself, accepting my position and lot in life and not opening myself up again. 5 Comments

I wish I were tall and cute (well, cute anyway) Aug 1, 2008 3:39 am Mood: depressed, 1123 Views I'm tired of superficial, shallow people. It's all I see. . .he's cute, he's hot, he's this. But don't judge a woman that way. I wonder what it's like to be considered cute. I wouldn't know. I've never been called it. I don't think I ever will. I know, on the physical attractiveness scale, exactly where I stand. . .somewhere around bullfrog. Negative numbers on a scale of 1 to 10. I guess I need to start truly resigning myself to the fact that I will die alone. I'm not cute, I'm not hot. . .it doesn't matter because I can't get past the front door. What I have accomplished or done in my life means nothing. Two bachelor's degrees, two master's degree, a movie about to be optioned to Hollywood, seven starring roles on stage, drummer in a band, songwriter, four sport athlete, baseball coach, football coach, Dean's list, clean record, good career. . .means nothing. What I am and the type of person I am means nothing either. Honest, up front, empathetic, compassionate, open-minded and a gentleman. That means nothing except lip service. "There's someone out there for you." Bullshit there is. There isn't anyone for me. I'm not cute, and that's all the fucking matters anymore to any woman out there. Sure, they'll say it doesn't, but don't believe them. Physical attractiveness is all the matters to any one out there. I'm just not cute. Who I am, what I am and what I can do is meaningless. I'm 30 years old. And I give up. I give in and I give up. I will spend the rest of my days alone. I just have to accept that and get on with my life. 4 Comments

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