It is 5am and I have an insanely busy day tomorrow. I am sure you don’t care but I need to sleep… I am watching another 5 hours of Herzog films tomorrow. 6 of them in fact. I will probably write a sentence or two about all of the ones I saw if I can get a list of what I saw, if that makes sense. I saw like 8 of them already. Anyway, sleeping pills are taking hold. I had a lot of fun over the last two days. This one girl was bitching at me because I always talk about how I make out with people on here. I didn’t think I did it that much. But then when I said goodbye to her and her friend I made out with both of them and a trash man called me a pimp. I was wearing a Cadillac logo around my neck. Then I was thinking about all of that, and I just sort of realized I am helplessly addicted to girls. I never bring anyone home and I rarely have sex, but I don’t really have fun unless I have made out with some girl somewhere at some point in the night, even if its for a second. I used to have sex a lot, and that just depressed me. This fills the void a bit, and is less depressing so that works for me, even if sometimes I come off as sleazy or creepy. Sometimes I feel creepy, but mostly I just feel like I am in love for a few minutes a few times a night. I made out with two girls tonight and sucked on another girls lip for a photo and when I went home alone, I felt slightly depressed, but slightly excited that I got to kiss them in the first place. I don’t really know what I am doing. There are a few girls I really like right now, but I am probably fucking things up with them by doing whatever I do. I just feel that however much I like some girl, they aren’t perfect so why waste my time. I am an old man now, I need to find me a woman to marry, otherwise I just need to make out in a bathroom and then move on with my night. Augh. Sorry for this rant, I should be asleep. That being said, at my birthday party on Friday, I need to make out with everyone. I need to set the record for making out with people that I set last year on my birthday. I think it was 5. Okay. I think I’m an asshole. What do you think?

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