11/04/2005 ---------------------------------------- Well ladies and gentlemen, I have managed to go out twice in one week and can still talk. Go me! With the gig coming up I was a bit paranoid about voice loss while out at the edge with peeps, but I prevailed and managed to get with 2 different chicks in one week. Not like its my greatest achievement but still a nice way to pass the time. Not that they weren't wonderful, I just don't like to go around going "yasss I did it!". The picture above is of 2 other chicks at the pub. I managed to get it as they "jumped" onto the counter thingy behind us. They were.... ummmmm.... big, but I have to say, they were the most charismatic out of the others in the pub. When out drinking, I often sit and think about what's going on around me because I don't normally go drinking or to "pull". Not because I can't, (I mean if I really wanted to get laid I could just pick off one of the weaker ones hovering at the bar) but more because I always look at a lassie and think to myself "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! SHE'S HOT!", and then get to speaking to her and want to ram my glass into my face just to keep me from dying from boredom. Maybe I have ADD when it comes to chicks in bars, but I rarely get much out of stalking women down in bars so that I may get laid by the end of the night. Its nice but doesn't last. Like caffeine or listening to american idiot. So anyway, I think, and I came to a bizarre conclusion and thought that it would be a cool point to bring up in this meaningless blog. The point in question, is entirely my own opinion and may be something only I have noticed; but whilst sitting watching various hotties parade around doing their thing- trying to find a guy to satisfy those "needs", I could see that each and every single one if them, including the guys were totally self-obsessed. However, judging by the way they were just following their urges, they had no idea of who they were anymore. They became the monkeys on those TV shows, that just walk aimlessly around their territory, fucking everything that has a whole big enough. Self obsessed but with no sense of self anymore. Whoa! Deep dude. I bring up this sex in the city type blog, in the defense of all those so called "geeks" out there, who find greater satisfaction being with themselves than with monkeys in heat. Not to say i am either. I enjoy my own company (and not in the way you all just though), but I also enjoy getting laid now and again. I just brought this up to try and dispel any hype about being out and trying to pull. I have always had some person telling me I'm sad for playing games or reading comics, and I know fellow hermits also have this problem. I say; " Fuck them and their mums!" But anyway, the squirrels are playing this week (14th), and I hope that there will be some kind of space for me to rest my "bass" in. Until the next time I update, this is Dave signing off! *does a Doofy salute* H3 F3ll M1d sh00t 4nd a tr33 davemail@hotsquirrelz.com -------:Email:-------- Nope no emails. I did get one from Papasquirrel, but it was just a link to his site, which I have posted on the links page. Its fucking r4d but I couldn't get much out of it yet so once its done I'm sure it'll ROCK ASS! ----:DAVE's REPLY:---- SQuirrels 14th Apr. phantom uprising Rules!
