infinitelykaty

It's still the 10th. Not fair.
This is going to be the longest month in the history of sexual anticipation.

I think it rained on our county fair plans. And it seems my nose has been replaced with a faucet tapped directly into Satan's ass. So maybe boarding a ride with half of it's bolts missing and a 25 year-old third-grader deciding how fast we go isn't the best idea.
Today is August 10th. I'm thinking back two years now.
That kind of sucked.
Happy anniversary.

AIM shut down on me last night and I lost the conversation I was having with 501blue before I could save it. I wanted to post it here. It was one of the more interesting ones I've had lately. Someday I'd like to study gender relations in a more official/academic capacity. But so far I've learned a lot by sitting back and watching.
I don't feel bad about selling out the girls and telling guys how the game really works. I was talking about the fine line that defines my "Guys Are Dumb/Girls Are Stupid" theory. That being that guys really don't know anything, and that girls have to pretend they don't know anything to be able to relate to the guy they want.
Guys, I'm actually on your side.
Here's something else. The thing that makes guys so great as friends, makes them the worst in relationships. That is, that they really don't give a shit. This is why I hang out with guys in at least a 7:1 ratio over girls. Because you're supposed to be able to relax with your friends and take your mind off all of the serious stuff.
But in relationships you take everything, serious and not. That's why it's hard for men and women to function well in them. Because we've got two totally different ways of looking at things.
As much as I'd love to be able to disassociate myself a la male, I do have a vagina, and I am a sap. That's why I started crying last night listening to a cheesy song, because it reminded me that today is the second wedding anniversary for the guy I thought I would be with and the girl I fought so hard to win him away from.
I hate the game.
If you're friends with a girl and she starts asking you what something her guy said/did to her means, she wants your dick.
If you ask your girl a question, and she answers you back with a question: Run. Because there's no way you're getting out of it without a fight. Especially if you think you have a good answer. You're an amateur, son. She's already thought of every answer you could possibly come up with, and has already calculated exactly how she's going to turn it around to make you into the asshole. This is the way girls play. "Are you okay?" "Why wouldn't I be okay?" RUN!
Oh, the difference between angry and upset.
Guy: Are you angry?
Girl: I'm not angry, I'm upset.
You're fucked. Really, there is no difference. But for girls, upset is a stop off somewhere to Angryville. When you can't figure out what she's upset about, that's when she'll get "angry". So try to think ahead when you're doing something that will upset her, like saying hi to one of your other girl friends that you think is prettier than her.

I can't think of anymore stupid girl shit right now.
I wish I could stop sneezing...
*achoo!*
I think I'll bleach my hair tonight.
And thumb through this new Victoria's Secret catalog.
My vagina likes pretty things.

.....

...Who the fuck is Victoria?