Bitch6

Ah, I'm in a slump. Everyone wants to know why. People need to mind thier own goddamn buisness. I told a few select people, or rather showed them. Someone wrote something on thier website that honestly and truly broke my heart. The one person...I thought...nevermind. Anyways, screw him and all the other men out there. It's you BOYS who make crazy man hating lesbians.
Whatever I do, I attract the STRANGEST, most messed up "men" ever. I figure, I have real nice female friends, lets take THAT to the next level. Sure girl's give you extra drama, but your man cant do your hair, and if he can, be worried, his hair washing boy isn't just a friend from work ladeeth. Dig?
I met this hot chick at school, supposed to see her Tuesday, but I dont know exactly where her sexuality lies, and I don't know how to ask, so I think I'll let things go the way they go. Take her to a party, get her drunk, see if I can get her to ditch her "man" for a better life. I wouldn't move in with her and her parents, thats for damned sure.
I'm watching this show called Rendez-view, the host cracks me up. Anyways, this guy has the most evil haircut, it looks like a bleached tarantula is attacking his head. He keeps asking this chick if she's horny. She's from Philly, so of course she is. This guy is the epitome of "hick" he ooooooooooozes "testosterone" talking about Ultimate Fighting and stuff. He said he's too big for kickboxing...is that possible? I doubt it. This dork keeps posing in a way that makes his muscles bulge. It's sickening. I hate big angry southern men with bad haircuts.
Wow Mr., take your date to the gym. You pimp you *hahahahahah* He has a nice body, but that's it. Hahaha Greg Proops is a god. No man has ever made me laugh so hard.
BAH MEN. I still haven't figured out what the hell Greg wanted when he called...it's driving me crazy. I so want to yell at him just because, it's fun. I've never yelled at him before, but there is no time like the present, or whenever he decides to piss me off further by making my phone ring.
I am just DYING to answer the phone and say ( in a nerdy voice ) "Hi it's me Greg, I dump girls over the internet because people like to lie about her. I like to go back to my whore of an ex-wife and have wild dillusions of it working out. Katie will never cheat on me again because I loooooove her, and when I go to SFAS class for 2 years in some honky state she wont cheat on me because she loooooves me. I'm Greg and I'm THICK! WHA!!!"
and when the OTHER person who hurt my feelings calls me, I'm going to answer and say, "HI!! I'm *** and I like to mess with girl's heads and tell them I love them and then make them fall in love with me and then move on to another girl. I'm *** and I'm a fucking BITCH!"
Shit. I've been thinking alot about my friend **** lately, wondering if there could ever be anything else than friends, he's a good guy, always there for me, puts up with me, takes me places. I must owe him like a bajillion dollars for all the concerts he's taken me to, and all the stuff he's bought me. We saw Oceans 11 a few days ago, and my stupid mind kept wandering off and having these fantasies about him leaning over and kissing me but his friends were there. I dunno. Whatever, either or. I have his picture next to my bed, on my wall O pics which incidentally were from 2 of the concerts we've been to together, and his insane grin cracks me up every time. I always wake up with a grin. He's a good guy.
*sigh* here come the tears. I think I am going to go waste another box of kleenex again, and see if I cant get someone to bring me pot or beer or organic bleach. They are all pretty good.
**Elizabeth**