That about sums everything up in a nutshell. I've been hella frustrated as of late, my writing is at a stand still. I spend weekends mired in Family crap, and the week over burdened at work, because three people assumed the middle of August was high time to quit with out giving any notice. I want to scream but realize that is counter productive. to top everything off my F'n libido has chosen now to kick into high drive.

The most difficult thing is I have been so set in my ways for the last decade that I have no idea where to go to meet people. It just seems like every avenue I try has a "not a through street" sign I somehow disregarded at its entrance.

The club was interesting, I got groped--probably as that "It's 1:45am and I have no one to go home with!" realization hit the owner of the hands that assaulted my chest. Outside was little better with the guy that was rocked off his ass looking for his 'friend' with whom he 'traded' his car keys and cell phone for a cigarette. Also I was blissfully unaware that a green lighter meant you are 420 friendly... Ah the enlightenment one achieves outside of a gay club at 2 in the morning.

I blog'd 30 past prime awhile back. I was apparently wrong because no one is willing to pass a second glance if you are over 25. I don't look thirty, I am well aware of that, but somehow I have become second hand. And was I was too busy being scared / busy to take advantage when I was "prime" and that has me pissed off. Pissed at myself for sacrificing what should have been the best years of my life for something that wasn't worth it, not by any means of interpreting them.

I try to change, but it all seems to little to late, so what is the point?