sporadic fulfilment

one of the guys working at the caf tried to pick me up...why the bloody buttfucking hell is this happening to me now? i don't need this. i don't have low self-esteem issues -- in fact, i've got a hell of an ego: it's kinda mandatory if you plan to devote your life to The Arts -- but i know i don't match up to mainstream society's ideal of sexiness: wrong height, wrong weight, wrong thoughts, wrong outfits. i mean, i might be "cute" if the light is right or if you've had more than a few, but aren't my "fuck off & die" vibes getting through to your country music-deadened brain?

again it comes back to my theory that all you really want to do is brag to your buddies about all the slant-eyed pussy you're getting...dude, you wear flannel for fuck's sake!