You know what...
* I'm sick of stupid women's magazines telling me that I have to wear matching underwear. I don't, and I don't care. What I wear is comfortable, functional, has support and looks great from the outside. Take my clothes off, and it's not some see-thru black lacy number, but I guarantee if I wore something like that, then the boobs would be looking pretty nasty.
* I'm sick of acting as a conduit between men, and my friends. They are three stunning girls, and there is at least 2 guys (per girl) in love with them, and a million more wanting to interrupt our drinks on a Friday night to ask me questions about them. Love them to death, but I'm crazy/jealous and the next guy who asks me their name, if they're single and if they want to go and have a drink with them, without even bothering to introduce themselves to me, I'm going to punch in the throat. Grow some balls, talk to them yourselves.
* I'm sick of the chick next door who has sex so loudly, I can't even concentrate on my dinner. Shut up already, you are not a porn star.
* I'm sick of looking at the clothes dryer in my living room, but have no other choice as there's no room for anything.
* I'm sick of guys that are really shallow.
Other than that, everything's pretty peachy in Martieland. Happy new year, etc.
6 comments:
next time those boys try and ask you about your friends, tell them to ask themselves. or you could always tell the blokes that they all have STD's except you... :)
I don't think I even own a matching set! Pretty bras = scratchy undies.
Mex - I normally am quite direct, but then I end up looking like quite the bitch, and the 'girlyness' and 'petiteness' of these girls is only enhanced, if that makes sense?
Enny - pretty undies, non supportive bra. It never works!
there's a name for girls like you (or at least, like you SHOULD be!)... cock blocker. fuck those dudes, you're right to tell em to get some balls.
Come on get down with the sicknessssssssss.
Maybe to pay the bitch next door back you should start having really noisy dinners, with lots of orgasm-like "thats the hottest chicken kiev EVER" or "Oh baby, mash those spuds" or even some long moany "choooooclaaaaate caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake" or something. Or maybe you could just ride your clothes dryer around your lounge room, making sure you bang and crash around alot and make lots of giddy up, yeeha cowgirl sounds. Just a thought!
oi! I need your email address for the questions. to dot desci, gmail.
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