It appears I may be joining the millitary... ah well. The only thing I'll miss about civilian life is my long hair, and I can always grow that out once I'm out.
The Peace Corps and Americorps have not accepted me, and I really would rather not work fast food. Publishing always seems like a good idea, but... who would publish a book of mediocre poetry?
So, for now I work out and try to get my body shapely enough too tempt the recruiters. Farewell.
Friday, February 27
Sunday, February 22
Blarg
I find myself yearning for the comforts I once knew so well; a tender touch, a gentle kiss, warm arms to be held in, and a soft body to hold.
It is coming up on six months since I have embraced a woman, and I find myself growing sentimental again. Valentine's Day certainly did not help this at all; an ex more or less taunting me for the evening while I sat alone in the dark, ruminating. I am not nearly a dark enough person these days to be doing this.
Finding women is harder than I remember. I suppose in High school there was a large pool to draw from at any time; I was surrounded by women, in a literal sense, and was around there for some eight hours at a time.
Now I have little interaction with new people; no parties, no clubs, no bars. Just old friends with whom I've already had romance, or with whom romance has never been an option.
I am growing stagnant, I suppose. And if I am to join the millitary, it is probably for the best that I do not draw at a woman's heart before being sent off to a foreign land.
An that's enough self pity for now. =D
It is coming up on six months since I have embraced a woman, and I find myself growing sentimental again. Valentine's Day certainly did not help this at all; an ex more or less taunting me for the evening while I sat alone in the dark, ruminating. I am not nearly a dark enough person these days to be doing this.
Finding women is harder than I remember. I suppose in High school there was a large pool to draw from at any time; I was surrounded by women, in a literal sense, and was around there for some eight hours at a time.
Now I have little interaction with new people; no parties, no clubs, no bars. Just old friends with whom I've already had romance, or with whom romance has never been an option.
I am growing stagnant, I suppose. And if I am to join the millitary, it is probably for the best that I do not draw at a woman's heart before being sent off to a foreign land.
An that's enough self pity for now. =D
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