Vague Insanty 023

They used to tell me that I could live all my dreams and that if I studied real hard I could have my fantasies. But when those fantasies changed from being an astronaut to sleeping with dozens of cute Asian girls in pink baby-dolls, they somehow changed their mind and thought that I was a pervert.

No amount of algebra can help me get laid. I can't use geometry to pick up cute things at bars. I just sit there drinking whiskey and smiling to disinterested hordes. I guess that's the deal; I will never achieve all the messed up stuff I want and that's probably good for humanity, while bad for me.

For instance, the nation of Japan probably will never be turned to use all that technological expertise to fulfill my demented ideals - and you know maybe they shouldn't. I mean I'd feel sorry for the sticky little bastards afterwards, and I'm pretty sure they'd feel some deeply fucked up guilt as well. It would just sort of put us both off, y'know?

So I guess I just have to come up with lamer dreams, like hope that I get a really fast internet connection and some gourmet coffee that tastes like... you know... coffee.

If only I knew that education was a lie, I wouldn't have held out so many hopes that one day my university degree would allow me to have rampaging sex with a Japanese volleyball team.