Just blog it

Watching that silly movie "Going the Distance" by accident, because I was cleaning up and that was what my mind said it was, the reason is, "you're doing girly things, like cleaning up right now, and then there's a romantic background and no love in the horizon and that's what you get". But then you start to wonder if, possibly, in some other dimension, actually, maybe, perhaps, all of a sudden... this thing that they call "love" is actually worth a try. I guess I just wasn't cut out for it. Going on dates, I mean, why? You end up paying dearly for it, and not that that matters now that money is of not a worry, since I traded love for commitment and work, I've had tons of material toys, wild nights out, met amazing people, made friends everywhere... but this love thing, the way it is meant to be, it is just like a part time with no pay on the side, or an addiction that you've grown out of, or like an illness that you just have been immune to for only so long. I better shed this skin, get out and do what I know best: party, for even my day off, yes the only day off, is part of Tuesday and Wednesday, and I better make the most of it before it is back to work. No harm in that. I was gonna tweet this shit but tweeter is far more logical than facebook and it has no space mambo-jumbo extra curricular, intangible matter, like this hypothetical, skeptical theme that they miscall "romantic love". Falling in love is just way too easy... it's the falling out of it that I don't have time for.