The last time I was this tired was about 4 hours ago, this was because I was asleep and probably dreaming about not waking up... this was until my dreams were shattered by the ringing of my alarm clock that I keep forgetting to turn off.
Naturally, my mother and my sister, as females, decided to get up before me. I hate that, if I got out of bed at three in the morning, there'd still be one of them downstairs drinking a cup of coffee just to prove that they are somehow superior to me.
As it happens, the female gender annoys me exeedingly. For some amazing reason... when they're upset they think the whole world is interested about it, and will stop at nothing to let everyone within a 50 mile radius know their feelings. Okay, everyone gets upset, even I do when the milk runs out. But really? Is it necessary to post about 20,000 myspace bulletins saying how you hate someone, and then for good measure putting it in your personal message... just incase you missed that? Oh, and just for good measure, lets write loads of faces using colons and hashes, so we can all do a face that looks like the mouth has been screwed on wrong!
Oh, and another thing. Apparently it's considered amazingly terrible rape if you make any sort of physical contact with a girl. I do not think so.
Okay, so if you put your fingers in a hole you shouldn't have because you allegedly lost a Mars Bar up there, yes you're entitled to hit them with your handbag. But come on... am I having sex with you if I'm hugging you? No. They all seem stupidly paranoid if you ask me.
And why does every girl feel the instinctive urge to write x's all the time on the internet, or write the even more annoying "I love my girls" everywhere? Personally, I reckon if you add it all up...the time writing x's and other shit, the electricity used could probably power New York for the rest of time.
I'm going to end now, this actually took me 3 hours, I suppose it goes to show what talking to females on the internet does to you.
02/09/2008
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