So this is part 2 of said collection of short stories and whatnot. I really can't stress it enough that these were written about 10 years ago and most haven't been read since then. I am only partially editing them as I go.....I feel like if I edit them too much....it'll have too much of me from now in them. So that being said....here's some more.

My friend Terry is a pretty cool guy. He treats chicks badly, but good enough to keep them for a while (his current girlfriend has been with him for 5 years) He might as well be married. That's what I tell him anyway. They live together in a nice apartment in a cool apartment complex. His place is stacked, big screen TV, PS, Dreamcast....a total bachelor pad complete with......longtime girlfriend. He's a funny guy, sarcastic as hell. He's lucky too. He doesn't wanna hear any of that, but he is. Anyway, I don't think I'll ever be independent, try as I might. I'm gonna be stuck living with my mom and the new kid "Emma". Hopefully I'll be able to afford my own place within four months. Fuck it. If Terry ever reads this he'll probably laugh and say I'm sad or somethin. Whatever.

You keep talking. I'm not listening. More mindless chatter. I could care less. Just shut up. You have no idea how stupid you sound do you? You've got this high pitched wheeze in your voice. What're you talking about anyway? That's gotta be the stupidest and gayest thing I've ever heard in my life. You ramble on for way too long. If I told you to shut up, you'd probably just go on about how rude I am. Your stories are pointless, you are are pointless. Why bother with life anymore? I'll tell you, if you committed suicide right now, or just fell dead, I'd probably laugh and throw a party. It'd be a crazy party without you there too. You wouldn't be there to annoy anybody or tell retarded stories. I don't think I'd be any happier than I would be if you were dead. Until then though, my response to you will always be the same........whoooooooooo cares?

HEY! This story is short.

A lot of hot bitches go by here. Every time they do I look out the window, practically drooling. How is that legal? Her skirt is so short. Damn, looks good though. How will I ever get the guts up to talk to her? No! I'm absolutely positive that's what she'll say. No! Then she'll walk away laughing and tell all of her girlfriends about the ugly guy who came up and talked to her today. Little does she know, or really care, that it took an hour worth of self pep talks to finally go out there. Girls man, damn. Sometimes they can be so heartless. I've made made a note to myself on which girls I should go talk to and which ones I shouldn't. First of all, if she's hot and dresses hot, I've got no chance, so I don't bother. If she's hot, but dresses normal, I try and usually get shot down. If she's normal, but dresses hot, I don't try. The list goes on and on. Each and every one usually ends with me getting shot down. I'm a sweet guy, I hate that. That's what I get all the time. I'm not sweet. I'm a guy. I just want to fuck you. Fuck you and leave you, but I can't. Cuz I'm the sweet guy. That's how I got you in bed. I was the guy you could rely on. I was the guy you went to for help, to talk to, to cry on. To fuck. I was happy with that.......until the sex stopped. That's when you had to go. Does that upset you? GOOD! Tell me I'm sweet now. I don't buy it. You say I'm sweet, or that you don't think of me like that as an excuse. It's your way out. Talk about gettin some balls.....shit. Next girl I sleep with, I'm going to say your name to piss her off. I'm doing your sister now. She's better in bed than you. It's funny, I did your mom 10 minutes before our first time. Your dad didn't like that too much. I guess you must've thought they had a fight. NOPE. I've had enough. I told you I loved you, you would be my first. We were gonna get married in a couple of years. Happily ever after. You gave me your virginity. I took it and left the next day. BYE BYE. I'm not sweet. I'm a guy. I just want to fuck you.