Tuesday, October 01, 2002
Poor Poor Pitiful Me
All these boys won't let me be...
I've come to the recent conclusion that in a past life I must have been a Horrible, Nasty, Awful Bitch. I've racked up so much bad romance Karma in my past lives that I must have made Pamela Anderson look like Skipper, well except for that boob part. Skipper was flat chested, unlike the well endowed Barbie, and Pam Anderson is FAR from being that, even though she did have a reduction. Anyway back to my rant. The men in my life here lately, seem to think it just downright amusing to torture me. I'm not quite sure what is going through their little Pea-brains, but I've decided its a "mid-life" crisis of sorts. Except this one hits you in your early 20s. You know that point you come to in your life when you realize you have to wipe your own ass because Mommy isn't going to do it for you anymore. Well I think that a few of them have reached that point. I just don't know why they think they need to drag me down with them. Hey
***newsflash*** I have my shit together, I don't need to hear you whine about yours being strung out across the world. Seriously, why do guys do that whole "what might have been" thing? ( Any guys out there reading this if you can enlighten me in any way please TAG IT) "Umm, Hello we broke up remember? Geez, get the net." Well maybe it wasn't an official "break-up" but then again were we ever officially "together"? So what is the use in dragging up who called who last and why the call wasn't returned. I don't do it, guys shouldn't either. Most of the time when you see "Mr. What Was I Smoking" the only thing going through your mind is "what was I smoking?" However, I have recently discovered that our male counterpart is thinking not about "what might have been" but rather "how many times could I have banged her before I quit calling?" Ahh, but what they often fail to realize is that we know this man! So "Mr. What Was I Smoking", next time you decide to dump girl #1, move in with girl #2 a few weeks later, then start messing with girl #1 a year later after just minutes before talking to girl #3 on the phone, Remember : WE ARE NOT AS DUMB AS WE MAY LOOK.
In the infamous words of the Divine Ms. Glitters....
"I kicked his ass to the curb...I kicked his ass to the curb too!"
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:36 PM
