Saturday, December 07, 2002
WTF is it with men???
Let me tell you guys something...
If you aren't going to do it, the don't fucking mention it!!!
This one goes out to all of my girls, seems to be a re-occuring theme here lately...Don't ever ever tell me you are going to call and then NOT. Just don't tell me you are going to call in the first damn place. It's not that I really care if you call. You don't have to, if I want to talk to you, I'll call you spontaniously. It's the fact that you would tell me something then have it seemingly "slip your mind" implying that it wasn't important enough for you to remember.
I don't want to hear "oh guess what happened...oh nevermind, it's a secret"
NO I'm not naming people, you know who the hell you are! If your punk ass isn't going to talk about it, then don't be a little bitch and act like you're in junior high again!
I don't want to hear that something is wrong when you aren't willing to freaking talk about it. Don't waste one single second of your life thinking that I'm going to go out of my way to pry it from your lips.
And don't freaking call me on a Saturday night and expect me to entertain you because you are bored. If you wanted the pleasure of my company you would have reserved my attention at an earlier point.
This one is for men EVERYWHERE!!!
If you have your child with you in a store, DO NOT EVEN LOOK MY WAY! I don't want you to accidentally pick up the same laundry detergent I was going to pick up just so you can speak to me. I don't want you to keep showing up on the same aisles I'm on. I don't want you to "accidentally" bump into me either. Under no circumstances do I want you to come into my personl space. Because I know DAMN GOOD AND WELL that you have a wife at home who is probably barefoot and pregnant with another one of your offspring. Contraception, it works!
ok that's it.
Never test my patience, sweetie I'm high maintenance
♥Oh, so vintage... 11:15 PM
