I have made many poor decisions and regret nothing.
I've impregnated, lied, cheated, robbed, infected and debauched. I am a complete and utter tragedy of a human being not even worthy of the sinful flesh that covers my bones. I am a misogynistic, misanthropist pig, and engineer of my own destruction who lacks a soul. I only wish bad things for the world and everything in it.
Halfway through Hannibal season 2. This is show is fucking great! It has an alternate spin of sorts on the film series, well, Red Dragon so to speak.
It kind of reminds me of Gotham and the character origin stories except for little tweaks. Hannibal is a fantastic cook, whether he uses human or animals, the presentation is superb and always makes me hungry. The acting is good also.
I am so fucking bored, I best get a job soon. All this masturbating, reading and seldom leaving my apartment is driving me insane. Malice did well to last as long as he did.
I get monies Fri so I'll start back gym for sure. May as well maintain something. Thing is I don't go the gym to just "stay healthy". I go to carve out an Adonis bod from this mass of drug and alcohol damaged shit. That means more money for food. I have little aches and pains already from all the abuse which is probably a prelude to something bad. I'm sure I have clap that needs treating, usual symptoms are there, have been for a while. I have Tineaversicolor which is fucking gross. I always wake up with pastey skin too.
I wish we had girls that looked like Candy where I live. Still, they don't date white crackers like myself. Manchester is probably our nearest local for good stock.
