OMG!!!!!

Oh my God......its definitlely the end of the world........or the begining of the end.......I mean here I am....still searching the somehow fading odour of the soggy loam of the college.....well......sometimes even of the high school.....often moaning silently inside that how people kinda conveniently forget to call each other over the years.....that I came across this astounding news.....one of my friend is getting married.............!!!!!!
If it is just for the pimply boyish dream of getting laid........its definitly not a good idea.....its not that I am experienced.......but there are things you dont really need an idea....or even a weebit of experience.......I guess people in general are afraid of death without an experience........I think everybody has seen how the hairline always seem to recede over the matrimonial years with the imposing surity of a downfall.....and still every mortal has to bend to it........ohhh.....if it is for the crazy thing called love.....I dont know.........I came across a quote by no one particular....................... "the problem with love is.....most often it turns into your 'weakness' when it should have been your 'strength'......"If that is the case ......then Cupid must have signed the C.T.B.T long time ago.......or any of those stupid "treaties" which all the politically confused nations so happily forfeit.......anyways.....the point is.....all these years I have always been the ideal parasite....that is .....always feeding upon the treats of other people's proposal.......sometimes even toasted upon their 'breakups'.......well to be prfectly honest and without inflicting a least bit of scar upon my so called 'well-being' and 'conscience'.......I dont mind having good free food if somebody is willing to celebrate his upcoming decadance.........after all what are great friends for.........atleast I tag along in their misery....being the 'unloved' one can be a big benefit.........and I certainly hope that the guy in question never really comes across this snippet of my rhetoric.......but there is still a catch....call it my whim or twist of a deranged lump of grey matter.......I never can get past the memoirs of the horrendous desparado of many such 'guy party' spent with him.....ofcourse absolutelyfrom a non-homosexual point of view........you know struggling with a half brain beneath the acrid smoke only to get more fags......cracking jokes from the leerest minds of the underworld.....and a lot of special performances without really caringwhat the principal has to say to them.......and now somehow I have to be a bit more sober in communication with him........and I really have to care about what someone else might think when I express a rather out of the box reflection........and more materialistically,the concept of giving a gift to a friend had never enterd my wildest imagination........or maybe its just my imagination........but I certainly fear the loss of one such 'proposal' or 'breakup' party......then I guess this is life.....and the reality of growing up suddenly grips all of us with this ludicrity........and I express from the deepest corner of my heart,my friend, the best wishes for a happy life.......