I don’t cry. I just can’t cry anymore, it doesn’t happen. I wish at times I could...
My little warning list to women:
I don’t ask that you listen to the music I like, I just ask that you accept I like the bands I do.
I also ask that you don’t howl like a dog whenever I sing in the shower or play guitar. Doing that doesn’t help my playing at all.
I also ask that you understand I’m kinda slow to realizing things; I don’t recognize hints well. If you want to let me know about something just tell me. Hinting won’t get anything done.
Yes I like guns and I intend to own more than one. Don’t like it, that’s too darn bad.
No, I don’t want you to weigh 80lbs at 5’. It’s not attractive and it’s certainly not healthy. I’m not fit myself but if you’re short, I don’t want to see your ribcage.
No, I don’t want you to layer makeup. I prefer natural beauty over looks you buy at a store. As mentioned above I also like a good figure over a stick.
Yes, I’m a little more weird than normal. I talk to myself and mumble sometimes. No you haven’t made me crazy yet.
I can’t really think of anything else at 2:15AM EST.