My so called life...

Somehow as my shitty day today was transpiring [see: Trainer Trash] I came to the pitiful conclusion that I have no life, while engaged in a conversation of sexual encounters in our past, I realized, it was a one way conversation. I had not one stories that merited repeating. Not one wild night in Hotel, not a drunken one night stand - nothing. (I'm somehow guessing that a night with a box of pornos does not qualify) anyway,I'm not sure why something that is technically doing the 'right' thing has me repeatedly feeling like shit. But it's starting to get to me. Hopefully I can regain some semblance of normalcy When I begin my New life in 20 days in Newark. I somehow doubt it though, I think I am somehow still foolishly thinking that my perfect girl is out there...