Heehee. Self pity? What self to pity? People think I'm down because my joy is so sombre. Prozac is actually not an option I think. If I were any more blissed out I couldn't function. Not that I'm really functional as it is. Amazing what we get away with. On so many levels. Human, man, american. Assistant Vice President. Hahahahaha!
I love life. Thank god it's temporary. I could be sad at the loneliness, my woman-free lifestyle might be depressing. If it was. If I had a woman could I go to the beach whenever I wanted? Would she put up with my noise all the time? My endless wandering? So many friends doubt my doggishness. 'Don't you know they just want to have sex?' is the question. Hohoho! I don't. Of course I do, but I want more. And I happily settle for nothing.