Babble babble bitch bitch

Know what sucks? When girls don't know how to not be condescending. This is so common that I'm starting to doubt myself and think that I'm the one who's doing something wrong. What do girls accomplish by being egotistic. I don't understand because every time I encounter a girl like this, she's 1) always unsightlty and 2) ALWAYS stupid. So if you ain't got the personality, the looks or the brains, honey you're not worth onther people even looking at, let alone listening to so go home and introduce your painkillers to Mr.Jack Daniels.

What do snobby girls have that they must feel proud of? Their looks? It isn't called beautiful when you only look good after layering an inch of make up on your face. Their boyfriends? It's not love when he's only into you because your legs spread all over town. Their personality? Wait, no... And I won't even get started on their smarts. That best be saved for another blog.

Fogies

Know what sucks? People who have staring problems...obvious ones. These are people who are simply bad at being people. "Losers at the game of life." What kind of people raised them and told them that it's okay for a 45-year-old man to straight-up check out a 12-year-old girl? Those people should be shot as well. I had an experience like this myself when I was about 13 or 14. I was standing on the bus going home and noticed a man staring at me. He wasn't sitting with his body facing my direction so when he veered his head around completely to look at me, it was oncomfortably obvious. And since it isn't bad enough to stare at a girl thats about 1/3 of your age, I got an extra treat. I had the pleasure of seeing him check me out and shoot me some I'm-a-psychopath-serial-rapist smile. It's slightly comforting to know that not everyone is a freak in this world. I was lucky to have a cute boy notice what was going on. I know this because he kept looking back and forth between myself and psycho. Once he caught on, he moved so that where he stood blocked the man's view of me.



I still think that all the freaks in this world outweigh the people who are sane by my standards.

A Wonderful Christmas Time

Know what sucks? Getting underwear for Christmas sucks. Why do people do that? No...why do so many people do that? I think I might actually prefer getting nothing at all for Christmas rather than getting something as distressing as underwear. The problem is that they're never nice underwear. As a girl, there is a significant difference between underwear that our parents think is nice and underwear that I, as a nineteen-year-old, think is nice. Nice as a young adult means sexy. It means lace, silk, any-color-but-white-and-if-its-white-it-better-manage-to-look-sexy.

Imagine the awkwardness she'll feel as she's opening a pair of tighty-whities in front of her older brother; it's embarassing. I've been there, many times! Tighty-whities are not nice. They belong on a ten-year-old's body, but when your child transitions into adolescence, if you want to buy underwear, bring her to La Senza or Jacob Lingerie and let her pick something out or herself. Gone are the days when she liked having princesses on her ass. Now, what she wants is men on her ass and she won't lure them in with Barbie underwear. (And that's another thing, why must there be character's on a child's underwear? Who is supposed to see these characters when mommy and daddy aren't there?!)

Undies and other things like socks and deodorant, for example, are necessities. Unless you're giving to the poor, one doesn't normally buy necessities for others. One gives something that the reciever would enjoy but wouldn't buy for themselves. So what I'm getting at is that giving undergarments for Christmas shouldn't even be done because the gift of embarrassment isn't worth giving.

The sweat on the bus goes drip, drip, drip!

Know what sucks? People who smell on the bus. Know what sucks even more? People who smell on the bus and they're wearing sleeveless shirts. Know what sucks even more than that.. (and yes something sucks more than that) ...people who smell on the bus and wear sleveless shirts during a HEATWAVE!! I think paying for car insurance and gas alone makes not riding on the bus worth it for that reason alone. Because they always sit next to you. They never sit beside other melodorous people so they can wallow in each other's company. I think they'd ought to have their own designated section of the bus to themselves. Seriously though. Like the back of the bus. I say create an entrance at the back specifically for people who smell like BO, rancid milk, shit and curry. That way they can get on the bus, sit in it, and get off of it, all without having to walk by us normies who shower regularly. It wouldn't be AS BAD if the smell lingered only for the time that you were on the bus, but you tend to notice stenches following you around. It gets in your hair and your clothes and you adopt their smell. The last thing i need is for people to tell ME that i need my own entrance at the back of the bus!