sábado, 9 de fevereiro de 2008
Balls of tinseltown! I feel like Oprah! & its not a good feeling because that makes me want to dig a hole so deep in the ground, shove everything male into it & seal the top with 10 feet of manure. I've got four people, (three girls & a guy) telling me about their boyfriends, & my theory about their brains being exact carbon copies, linked by this invisible line of nothingness is TRUE! :D *applause. All of the accused ended with "oh so now its my fault." Literally, those exact six words from all of them. HAH you sad, sad fools. Why oh whyyyy cant all you jerks of the male species read a book or something!
I am so going to get clobbered by the guys for introducing the girls (& guy) to friendster messages & emails (because, may i add, the male species are too cowardly to finish an argument & just run off on all four pussyfoots to the television) but its the only way they may learn :(
Then again, this situation will repeat itself next week because they have a short memory span or some sort of repititive disease.
My advice to all of you, not that im an expert or anything but you kind of get the drift after a while; dont get married until you get your husband to sign a prenuptial agreement. Divorces are very costly. & dont cry about it because its not going to solve anything & they're not going to lift a finger except tell you to stop crying, which somehow works because after all, WE ARE THEIR PUPPETS!
Ta!
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