confession of a shitty love life

I've tried many times to write this piece. But i always end up tearing the write up to smithereens. Why? i get scared after reading it. I always sound like a pathetic wimp! . I summoned enough courage and wrote this . Although i cringe with embarrassment writting it. I wrote it all the same . I just want the demons to rest(the words are now like demons buzzing in my head and won't let go) . So, if i sound pathetic...its because it is pathetic. Here it is.......(tender your comments with mercy pleeeeease) (sighs)
I'm a good boy . it sound corny or even cocky. I wish i knew a better way to say it . I can't hack it as a" bad boy" pronto!. You think its good ? it is . But the problem is... i attract the worst girls you can imagine . I've got a list - (a) saucy girls:- To big for thier breaches (or is it bra?) but really they're a big fat zero!
(b) Aristo\Big girls:- one step from a hooker\ prostitute actually they like to think they are smart groupie s....what am i saying! they're whores
(c) Two timing bitches :-dates different guys at the same time. they can't seem to make up thier minds grrrrrrrh! (d) spoilt ill mannered girls:- they fight everybody . Arrogant, hates all your friends and thinks she's doing you a favour coping with your not-too-cool - friends
I think i'll like to stop here with the list. I can't go any further painful memories are seeping in. Believe me i've had tango with all the four categories. Talking about a guy with a hard luck huh? I'm tired now. I think i will follow Tina Turner's advice-"whats love got to do with it?.....who needs a heart when a heart can be broken". This is what am gonna do from now on . Any good, well mannered girl thats cross my line am wooing her. Even if i don't like her. Yes , i do get good girls but the problem is always this-No chemistry, no spark, no attraction and we always end up friends. my radar seems to be warped or something.

RAMBLING THOUGHTS OF ANGER
My friends went to a job aptitude exercise for one of the leading banks. They came back with the same old song . Shitty story of woe.Mammoth crowd .The pushing and shoving .The stuffy halls.The complex and wicked questions and of course not enough time.I won't even dare go to details . the point is ... the exercise is fucked!
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My pa is pissing me off.soon (and i mean soon)we're gonna spit at each others faces.He always claim to be "connected" meaning-he knows people that knows people .But make a move?. Han..han! not my pa.He kept insisting that we should take our time. i think the man's ego won't let him go cap in hand for help.Right!.Pride is good. But money talks bullshit walks.He kept saying "i know how to handle these people". Who is he fooling?. Thanks pa! but you see i'm running out of time and patience. In a country where who you know determines how you're gonna eat! i need a job.I gotta have a job soon. or else i am ...am...(sniffed)am FUCKED!




























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