As it is, I am a tired one as of late. I'm making sure I don't f*ck up someone's mail while you all are millions of miles away. I can't drive too much anymore; afraid of falling asleep. While I still fear the loss of a social life.. which is pretty much just church and volleyball... I'm also okay with where I stand. Saving up for a place to call my own... ish. I'm becoming okay with having a little Absolut in my drink when I'm out having dinner. I'm becoming okay with the fact that I've been "known." Call it what you will. I'm going to call it "experience." You tell me if I'm in the dirty water, and I'll tell you how dark it is.

Lacking or Guilty?

Morning, y'all. It's been a while since I've posted anything. And, I haven't an idea of whether or not anyone even reads my posts. But, in the chance that it might possibly be... I'll post something else.

In all truth and honesty, I find it hysterical how I'm the player... I play the game. I love women. I do. But, it's not like I go around like the object of the game is to wreck a life. (Also, in no way am I trying to give myself any sort of brownie points. I'm not saying I can get anyone.) Though, those who for some reason do find me attractive, and I, who may have ditto feelings towards, are not in for a meltdown.

You may also say that I can play the game, but, in all the same, I can be the game. And, I don't take that very well. Who would take that with a piece of banana cream pie? I wouldn't.

Find me lacking, or find me guilty.