I really hate men right now. Priveleged, violent, self-entitled, borish assholes, most of them.
Or maybe it's where I work and live that makes me feel this way.
But I'm tired of being ogled, whistled at, hollered at, leered at, talked to like a piece of meat. I'm sick of guys with shallow intellects and 'roid rage acting like I'm supposed to be impressed with their muscles, wallets, cars, or shitty lines. I don't care how fucking "pretty" or "hot" I am to some suburban asshat with a lifeless office job. I'm not flattered by "compliments" on my appearance, and especially not my body. Just because they're interested in my appearance, I'm supposed to fork over my soul? It gets really fucking frustrating when they find out that I'm intelligent, informed, and articulate. Even if they're dub as shit, they think they're entitled to my affections simply on the grounds of their fucking gender position. If you're familiar with the existentialist philosophy themes of immence and transcendence, you can understand even better why I'm so angry at men.
Fuck men. I'm done.
My car is still sitting on the side of the road waiting to be fixed. The crackerjack Dayton PD still hasn't sent my accident report to my insurance company, so I called my dad who's going to have everything taken care of for me at his shop, by insurance agent is confused so it's taking longer than it needs to to get this done.
I'm so frustrated. GAH!
I'm going to make some chamomile tea and spend some time in meditation so I can function on a humane level at work tonight. This is not a good place to be.
Hope all is well for you kids out there. We're having a party on August 30th at Vue. Sexy Schoolgirl theme. No cover, so stop in!
Or maybe it's where I work and live that makes me feel this way.
But I'm tired of being ogled, whistled at, hollered at, leered at, talked to like a piece of meat. I'm sick of guys with shallow intellects and 'roid rage acting like I'm supposed to be impressed with their muscles, wallets, cars, or shitty lines. I don't care how fucking "pretty" or "hot" I am to some suburban asshat with a lifeless office job. I'm not flattered by "compliments" on my appearance, and especially not my body. Just because they're interested in my appearance, I'm supposed to fork over my soul? It gets really fucking frustrating when they find out that I'm intelligent, informed, and articulate. Even if they're dub as shit, they think they're entitled to my affections simply on the grounds of their fucking gender position. If you're familiar with the existentialist philosophy themes of immence and transcendence, you can understand even better why I'm so angry at men.
Fuck men. I'm done.
My car is still sitting on the side of the road waiting to be fixed. The crackerjack Dayton PD still hasn't sent my accident report to my insurance company, so I called my dad who's going to have everything taken care of for me at his shop, by insurance agent is confused so it's taking longer than it needs to to get this done.
I'm so frustrated. GAH!
I'm going to make some chamomile tea and spend some time in meditation so I can function on a humane level at work tonight. This is not a good place to be.
Hope all is well for you kids out there. We're having a party on August 30th at Vue. Sexy Schoolgirl theme. No cover, so stop in!
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I'll have to check your older blogs about your car, but hopefully that gets resolved. I'd recomend a good sized whip for the boys at the PD though ;-).
Breath deep, drink the hot stuff, and let everything melt away.
Mostly.
Oh and we almost took a right onto 75 (76?) while driving east on 80 two days ago.
I said "we could turn here and see Face" and A said "ok go ahead".
But I chickened out...