Kyle vs. Kem

Thanks for sending that dope, Corey. Really took the edge off last week. Of course now I'm shaking and getting chills and panic attacks, but I suppose it was worth it.

I was thinking about going back to Kyle next year. I prefer Kem, but it's so much easier to introduce myself as Kyle. Otherwise I have to go through the whole standard conversation:
"What's your name?"
"Kem."
"Ken?"
"No, Kem. K-E-M."
"Oh. What does that mean?"
"It's my initials, and the name I use to write with."
"You're a writer?"
"I hope to be."
"Oh, well I'm gonna go talk to that guy over there. Nice to meet you, Ken."
Anyway, that always pisses me off.

This no-fear-of-rejection thing sounds good though. Don't know how I'll pull that off as rejection is my #2 biggest phobia, just below feeling guilty, and just above spiders. But with enough alcohol in me I can probably nullify all that. Plus I'm going to try to alter my perspective so that whenever I'm talking to a woman I'll be thinking of it as ME evaluating whether or not I want HER. Instead of, "I've never had a woman," it'll be, "No woman has ever had me." And it's not like I'm desperate. I'd rather have no woman at all than some random shallow bitch.
Hopefully I can maintain that attitude for more than a few minutes.

Peace out, y'all. Now I'm going to go steal someone's car and sell it for dope money.