I’ve been ailing for the past few days because of a loss of a precious girlfriend. Losing a girlfriend can be compared to being thrown off a bus into the dry, sandy valley of the Saudi Arabian desert. Without nearby civilization on a desert you do not have critical items of survival like food and water, whereas without a girlfriend you lose a constant source of pussy and blowjobs. So now I am like a nomad, constantly on the hunt for girls with fresh pussy. And although I satisfy tonight’s hunger, I know that tomorrow I must find new game to survive.

Spitting game is harder when you’re trying to “get some” for the night. In order to succeed with picking up girls, you must obey the following rule:

Picking up girls is just like fishing; enjoy the process and release expectation from the outcome, and you’ll experience success in the long run.

Unfortunately, I’ve recently transgressed this rule. It’s not that I forgot about it. Rather, I’m approaching a state of desperation. What happens when you steadily become addicted to nicotine and you suddenly decide to completely withdraw and quit? It doesn’t matter how sane you’ve been up to this point of life — you go fucking crazy.