I’m not the sort of man who talks about his feelings. It doesn’t mean that I don’t have them – it just means that I won’t discuss them. Feelings are unseemly. In my view of life, they’re like farts. Everyone is victimized by them. But you simply don’t discuss it over brunch.
Having said that, I am a passionate person. I am slow to anger and glacial in forgiveness. I’m a fucking Vulcan. I hold my feelings down because I have too many of them.
What’s the point?
I broke up with my girlfriend of –I think– six years tonight. It’s totally amicable but I’m fundamentally hurt. (Hookers from here on out – I swear it!)
I’ll probably delete this shit when I sober up. Just like Stalin. So, seeing how I won’t be embarrassed, I’ll really embarrass myself and dedicate a song. This shit will make me cry. So fucking what? And I fucking hate expressing shit through popular music. Well, so fucking what to that too.
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