Thursday, June 01, 2006

i know i'm supposed to wax lyrical about jon heder but more pressing issues are begging to be blogged and hey, i am holding true to my promise of an entry today.... the catalyst for this entry was when my bf said, 'i don't know why you can't have more female friends' to my telling him i was meeting someone for lunch. now, just because i was granted immediate access to this sorority at birth, doesn't mean i have to play by the house rules. girls are emotionally high maintainence, period. i dare make such a sweeping statement because i'm about as high maintainence as a stray cat and have been unfortunate victim one time too many to such girls. i once met someone at lunchtime and all she did was talk about her problems with some shady fella until dinnertime. worst still, when my advice was sought, it fell on deaf ears and i found myself having to repeat whatever i said the whole damned time. as a direct result of that harrowing afternoon, all that's left of my hair is a little tuft. now you know why i never post pictures of myself here. what i'm trying to say is, most girls i know are vapid and just too girly for me to take in large doses. the fashion talks and very occasional make up chat needs are all fulfilled with sam and all of my 0.34 problems, whether they concern boys or not, are solved by sitting myself down and internalizing it all for about the amount of time it takes for a good wank. or i'll just blog about it. don't get me wrong, i'm not bashing my own kind.and of course, i never have the intentions of proving any sort of superiority through this post or any of my others. men on the other hand, are so much more easy to please and interesting to talk to. on a completely irrelevant note, i really hate it when reasonably smart people make glaring grammatical mistakes like stuffS. or even gossipS. ok, maybe there is a plural for gossip but definitely not stuff. stuff could be used to safely encompass just about anything so there shouldn't be a plural right. semantics schmantics, you say? hells no biatches, not when it grates on my nerves. ok i'm getting cranky. nap time!

the textual siege.

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