12-04-2005
The Plight (or Pity) of being a Woman

Absolutely… That is such a realistic theme for women of our time. It comes from an ever degrading time metamorphoses of dating pieces of shit called men. Here we are in our 20-somethings and we go from one dumb penis to another. We are told by the “Greg’s” of the world that we should not waste the pretty and “he” is out there, but where is “out there” and why do we have to put up with so much to get there??? I can’t take it anymore… I can’t! Seeing what my best girlfriends have gone through, and seeing what I have had to go through, I really just can’t take it. I hate Jeff. I hate Big & Pretty. How can he say this morning that he misses me and wants me to move in with him, ask me if I want him for “life” and then just not call me? I hate him! I hate me. Why do we as women, let this kind of lack of action by dumb ass verbalism allow us to believe? I have waited 2 and half years to hear that from him, and I finally do, and what? What? NOTHING! 12 hours later and he has done nothing… Am I over reacting? No, I am just acknowledging the truth of the situation. I hate him. I hate me even more, for giving me this day of floatation… this day of elation, this day of falling in love all over again, then stripping it away by not CALLING! Did anyone ever mention what happens when you actually hit? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Fuckers!!!!!! FUCKERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Now what is so hysterical about that last paragraph is in real life and not over dramatized life, Big was asleep because he went to bed at 10am, and I of course was the first person he called when he decided to roll out of bed. He even mentioned how much he missed me- even while he was sleeping… So silly are we as woman… Why do we give the very ebb of our mental state over to men? As smart, insightful, witty, and cognizant of what’s going on, why can my mood be determined by a phone call or lack there of?