Uhh. I have no idea. I guess when they're all big & fat and such. I mean. When they get all big and fat. Pregnancy would be a dead give away too, I suppose. But look at the little guy over there. Ain't he just a doll baby?
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Why, I feel like I haven't given this blog the good old attention that it needs. Hmm. Quite disappointing, really. Or maybe it just shows that I actually do have a life. Ha. That was funny.
Louisiana was spectacular, to say in the least. I loved it. I hated Tulane, which was the original reason for my going down there, but it ended up being okay in the end, because I visited LSU, and fell deeply in love. Its seriously like Hogwarts, only in the version of summer. Sweet, right? :)
And onto my cute boy sitchee-ayshun. You see, I was infatuated with my cute boy. (If you're lost, loves, view my previous kajillion posts, & you're bound to catch up). Well. We ran into a little problem two days ago. Apparently, he was still dating whore girlfriend. Ew, gross!, I know. But still. So. He made it appear that they had broken up. I mean, to the best of my knowledge, he had said that they had, or at least insinuated this. To be honest, I truly can't remember; it was a while ago. But regardless! The story continues.
So. I'm sitting here thinking, 'Ohhh. Sexy boy single now? Mmm.' And I was very content with this line of thinking until the dumbass kid that first told me that he & the skank bag were dating originally, bursted my bubble, yet again. God. That kid can go suck his own dick. Hehhh. Anyways. So, he's all like, 'Uhh, dude. They're still dating...' Which made me a smidgen angry, naturally. So, upon not jumping to irrational conclusions, I decided to go straight to the source (not cute boy, but the skank bag) and ask her. What do you know. They're still dating. So last night, on one of our late night conversations, me & cute boy sat down and discussed this little problem. I'm not okay with being lied to, so he can get him some. Nuhh uh. So. We talked for quite a bit. And things were resolved.
So. I've decided. I can only be friends with this cute boy, nothing more. He will break my heart in two. So. I've painfully decided. To only be friends with him. Or, this possibility just fluttered into my head, I could become extremely good friends with this kid, single or not. Then, if on the off chance, he and his girlfriend break up, and a month goes by, and he still pursues a possible more intense relationship, then so be it. But only if he pursues such a relationship will I comply. I will not be the one calling the shots. I'm completely happy with just being friends. Ehhh. Kind of. Damnit. He's just so damn cute.
Moving on. Hypocrites. Liars. Skanks. I hate them all. If you just happen to fall under one of those catorgories, don't bother wasting my time and get the hell out of my life now. Save us both the trouble. Because really, you aren't worth my time. What sparked this angst inside such a petite feminine frame, you ask? About four years of taking shit from one hypocritical bitch who I've tried to be friends with merely for the sake of avoiding fights, as we hang out with the same people. If you can't be real with me, don't bother with me at all. Simple as that, kids.
You don't talk shit about my friends, not expect me to tell them, and then get pissed when I do. Nuhh uh. I don't play that game. You talk shit, you get hit. You're not going to be nice to my face, then a bitch behind my back. I don't play that game. And if you do, get the fuck out of my life. I don't want anything to do with you.
Haha. Think this is about you? It probably is.
I'm really not hard to get along with, in actuality. I give you the respect you give me. I like boys, and I don't eat red meat. Occasionally I have my days, but if you just ignore me, you'll do fine. I'm not complicated. Unless you're a boy. Then my emotions change about you quite frequently. My bad, in advance, loves.
Oh. Marriage. I don't plan on doing that anytime soon or in the future. But that middle ring is pretty spectacularrrr :) I mean, maybe so if I find that 'special someone', ha. But really. No one is going to give up their life of singletude to put up with me day in and day out. Noo way. And if they do, why, I'll marry them right there on the spot.
This morning started terribly. My dad came storming into my room, shouting profanities at me, yelling at me for my unclean room. Really? I had a few clothes on the floor. Gah. He can go fall in a hole somewhere. And apparently I'm grounded until further notice. Or until I get rid of my bunny. If you would like a mini rex, get in touch. He looks like this
little guy ------------->Awww. Look at him. Ain't he adorable? He's free, too. Mmm. Cute free bunny that's fluffy and lovable? How do you lose? He's also potty trained. Buy that little guy a litter box, and you're good to go! See, he's a nice bunny. He doesn't bite.
Anyways, he has super soft fur. & my God. I swear. If you eat him, or say something about eating him,
I HATE YOU.
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