"if a guy is going to cheat on his girlfriend, it may as well be with me"

I think my headache is finally gone. This is partly due to alleve, partly due to mimosas+coffee at a most excellent breakfast. Unfortunately afterwards my car wouldn't start.

So I basically think having empathy/sympathy for people I've never met is an egregious waste of time. Does this make me evil?

I'm pessimistic about my immediate situations, but long-term optimistic. Not sure why.

I've realized that I am, indeed, at last over my slut phase. Now I'm in my ranty phase instead. I'm happy with it, but my friends seem to be getting annoyed. But hey, they can eat a dick.