I'm probably the oldest 20 year old you'll ever meet.  I'm so tired, and a bit lonely.  I shouldn't be so lonely.  I just want to be able to play and have fun, but there's this thing called a conscience, which I have, which makes it a bit hard sometimes.  I'm thankful for this girl named Meg, who loves me even when I stray, and I'm sorry for making it hard on her.

Why are there so many damned girls around here?  Let's see...Stephan's week:  one governor's daughter (business meeting with ice cream), scandal of two Purdue girls (let's not go there), a UB girl offering her expert advice and random makeout skills (I declined, thank you), an ROTC cadet requiring an escort (the boyfriend is out of town), and my lovely girlfriend (the one I haven't been fighting hard enough to keep).  That's more than I care to count.  Or am able to count on one hand (the other hand is cradling my balls as someone--maybe even me--kicks them repeatedly).  What is this shit?  I'll go ahead and blame it on my biological father.  I haven't blamed him for anything lately.  Fucker.