“Better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven?”* It seems spiffy enough. Too bad I don’t have the necroplasma outfit to go along with my new found sense of wanting to end the world. As I have mentioned in past posts (see here, here and possibly here), I’ve become some guru of relationships because I have “experience” in the subject. Apparently, three serious relationships and a few trial runs equal guru status in the viewpoint of a socially awkward guy. And while I decided to play this game, it seems my “kind,” “humanistic” charm has backfired and now I’m up against the wall, repeating the same damn advice over and over. Which, by the way, is pushing me on the verge of murder…