Sock Diaries: 11/22/2012

I just realized something. It's been like, a month and a half since I've gone anywhere to do anything. I'm becoming a Hobbit. Fuck. I mean since one of my going out friends became a pot head and then left, it's been mostly takeout food and porn. That chick didn't work out. She... has some serious issues that I remember from before, but chose to pretend didn't happen. At this point I just feel like I'm wasting time. In between hitting the gym, and working, I'm barely alive. When I got back from Afghanistan, living was my number one priority. I broke up with my girlfriend of two years, I had sex with a few people I shouldn't have, an orgy, a Norwegian girl, an asian sergeant, and I came really close to taking this white girl's virginity at a college party. And now... here I am, alone on thanksgiving, with the highlight of my day about to be Call of Duty, God of War, and a giant breakfast that I'll be cooking myself. Okay, it's pretty awesome, but I mean, what did I do last night? You know? There were no women, real ones, generally. A lot of porn, though. Definitely a lot of porn... A little bit today. I may have a problem, but, one thing at a time. I'm falling deep into drought mode. I'm experiencing a larger amount of uncontrolled and unprovoked erections throughout the day. Just unnecessary boners. So, I feel like I've come to a crossroads at this point. I could just give in to a life of being a solitary force of silent awesome... or I could vow to bone three different races of women in the next three weeks. I think an epiphany has been had.