I am so upset right now that I can bately type. No, its not the two long island iced teas aI had at the club it the fact that…I can’t seem to shake this obsession woth Kanye Wet. I need to just hurry yp and meet him and fuck him and find out that he’s critical or mean or dumb or just plain boring and then I can move on.
Until then I’m stuck with him as the standard of brilliance in my mind and I hate it. I’m up in the club, tipsy as hell dancin wih some random dude and then the DJ HAS to play one of his songs hjust as I’m starting feel some attraction. That always breaks the attraction because I wake up and I’m like, “This ain’t Kanye. This dude ain’t brilliant, creative and inspirational. This dude probably has a JOB and no goals and wants to live in the inner city for the rest of his life.”
I am so upset that I set the bar so high with my imaginary crush on Kanye but it is what it is. Until I meet someone who impresses me more than he does, I’m stuck. So tuck. I hate this. I cna’t get laid for shit cuz none of these dudes impress me like he does.
~sigh~
Fuck. It’s just…Kanye’s resume and spirit is…it’s what I feel like I deserve. Nothing less. Anything less would feel like setllling. SHit..I’m tired. Need to masterbate and go to sleep.
Angry….