Martini is with gin, not vodka. Do I look like 007 to you?!

heres something thats been on my mind for a long while now: I wasnt where i wanted to be in life. Now, im rather drunk, and my sleep cycle's missing a few of those funny little arrows that show progression, which at least explains the spelling and grammer errors, but i found a great and effective way to derail that train of thought and send it smashing into the orphenage of self doubt and loneliness. Basic principle: Fuck'um. That's it. Fuck'um. So what am I talking about? Am I saying that you should go out and get every woman who blew you off for prom to sleep with you? NO! well, yes, that would be a good thing, but no in this case. Those people you thought were so great in highschool, aint doing shit. Believe me, ive seen them, most are in my History class. For the longest time, there was a person i thought was the greatest person in the world, and i worshiped the ground they walked on. I amplified the flaws in myself and ingnored the flaws in that person. Guess what I found out today? Im a pretty man. I sounds retarded, but shit, if you've never talked with someone you thought was hot for an hour over coffee in a Borders, got up to leave, then have the sudden relization that, " Holy Shit, she was flirting with me" then i suggest you do it right now. Fuck all them bitches that put you down and made you feel shitty. Their lives, ive seen the future for them. Loveless marrige, divorce, 2 kids who are so bitchy that they are excatly like copies of themselves at that age, a six pack a day habit( and not even good beer, the 2.99 shit), its all comming, and its gonna hit them like...well a train hitting an orpehnage. Heed my words as well. Im always right, just ask anyone who thought John W was straight.