Okay. I just need to say this, and I have one person in mind when I say this.
I hate the pretty girls that are quiet and shy and artsy, even though underneath it all they're complete monsters.
They just... It's like caressing velvet the wrong way, or... rubbing skin raw until it bleeds.
They get under my skin. Those breathy innocent appearing, unicorn conjuring fair maidens.
If fair maiden ever equals gorgon/harpy hybrid.
They always come off as very well read, very bright young girls with such potential.
They speak with tiny mouse voices, or breathy poets voices, and all the boys are captivated and they even swoon. The boys all run off with their pads of paper and their pens and they sit there driveling over sunsets and constellations, they reread Shakespeare and Byron and try to write love letters all in iambic pentameter.
These girls can wear flannel and get away with it. Can have unbrushed hair and still be cute to boys.
They just piss me off. And I'll tell you why.
Every single one of those girls that I have met actually have no intelligence.
They have no creative bone in their body. They lie, they falsely laugh, they snidely smile. These girls have books at home, several composition books with every boys demise. These girls...
They're bad news.
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A lot of stress going on at work.
I was sick, I was taking antibiotics, I got better for my birthday, but my throat hurts again.
I'm so tired of being sick, I'm actually about to throw a tantrum.
*sigh*
My mother and sister left for Venice, Italy today.
Before they left they told me to buy Twilight on DVD. They wanted two different copies.
Mom wanted the plain one disc widescreen for home.
Amy wanted the special three disc edition for her own personal usage.
So after work today, I picked up the regular one at Walmart, and then swung over to Target and picked up the three disc.
Dude.
Mick St. John and Josef Kostan are way better than Edward Cullen or his family members.
Speaking of Moonlight, I got my friend addicted. By this time tomorrow, I am sure she will have finished the series set I lent her.
Alright, well, I'm tired of typing. I'm so irritable right now.
Bye.
I hate the pretty girls that are quiet and shy and artsy, even though underneath it all they're complete monsters.
They just... It's like caressing velvet the wrong way, or... rubbing skin raw until it bleeds.
They get under my skin. Those breathy innocent appearing, unicorn conjuring fair maidens.
If fair maiden ever equals gorgon/harpy hybrid.
They always come off as very well read, very bright young girls with such potential.
They speak with tiny mouse voices, or breathy poets voices, and all the boys are captivated and they even swoon. The boys all run off with their pads of paper and their pens and they sit there driveling over sunsets and constellations, they reread Shakespeare and Byron and try to write love letters all in iambic pentameter.
These girls can wear flannel and get away with it. Can have unbrushed hair and still be cute to boys.
They just piss me off. And I'll tell you why.
Every single one of those girls that I have met actually have no intelligence.
They have no creative bone in their body. They lie, they falsely laugh, they snidely smile. These girls have books at home, several composition books with every boys demise. These girls...
They're bad news.
________________________________________________________________________________________
A lot of stress going on at work.
I was sick, I was taking antibiotics, I got better for my birthday, but my throat hurts again.
I'm so tired of being sick, I'm actually about to throw a tantrum.
*sigh*
My mother and sister left for Venice, Italy today.
Before they left they told me to buy Twilight on DVD. They wanted two different copies.
Mom wanted the plain one disc widescreen for home.
Amy wanted the special three disc edition for her own personal usage.
So after work today, I picked up the regular one at Walmart, and then swung over to Target and picked up the three disc.
Dude.
Mick St. John and Josef Kostan are way better than Edward Cullen or his family members.
Speaking of Moonlight, I got my friend addicted. By this time tomorrow, I am sure she will have finished the series set I lent her.
Alright, well, I'm tired of typing. I'm so irritable right now.
Bye.
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its ok! i will msn you soon!! xx