Ring a Fucking Ding Ding

Robert Taylor is getting married. The feelings i should be feeling are probably all related to being happy, but that is the last feeling I'm feeling right now. I'm pissed, upset, annoyed, jealous, etc. Its not fair that I cant even get one good date and the guy who use to annoy me in class, yet i was still nice to because he was socially awkward and i felt bad for, is getting married!

Yes, Robert is a really nice guy, smart, and his looks aren't bad, but its not fucking fair. I should be the guy who falls in love with his high school sweet heart gets engaged during college and married once we graduate. I want that. I want someone to at least think of me as more then someone they would want to sleep with. YES, SEX IS GREAT, but it isn't the end all be all of anything... except the human species, but humans almost 99 percent aren't doing it for that reason.

I should feel bad for being so selfish and for thinking these bad things, but i don't really. Yes i get a twinge as i think about what I'm really saying, and will later regret it but, tonight I'm just me.

Barracuda - 275 W. 22nd street

Stumbling around this bar was not an easy task after about midnight. The place quickly filled up and i found myself not having to worry about falling over because i was unable to ever move when i was near the front door. People filled the inside of this night club from bar to wall. The crowd was fairly mixed in age range, but not so much on the entirely attractive side. People were pretty to look at, but not stunning. I had no trouble finding attention, but not from anyone that i would consider a prize catch. The drinks were... well strong because i got gin on the rocks, but decent size for the price. The place was all around Average.