katesmash

So, I asked my friend Sheena if she would marry me. She said yes. But, she only said yes because we're both pissed off at men in general. Even specific men. Specially her. But, in the end, I really shouldn't fucking worry about it. You know why? Because I'm fucking fabulous. And if some toolbag doesn't realize that... Oh, that's totally not my problem. Another reason why I shouldn't be bothered? Cats are better companions than men any day of the week. Mainly, because they don't speak. Mainly, because they don't try to put their dick in the first new thing they see. Mainly, because they don't try to make you feel inadequate in life. Mainly, because they don't try to focus the light on you or harrass you so they can feel fucking better about themselves. Mainly, because they're not megalomaniacs who get off on making you feel small and dirty. Because they aren't assholes. Because they are untainted beasts.

You know. I'm really tired of guys. Boyfriends, just friends, classmates, wtf ever. I'm so tired of them and their bullshit. And their baggage. You know. I don't care if your girlfriend beats the shit out of you. Maybe you fucking deserve it. Maybe its because you make her feel like shes inadequate as well. Maybe its because you think you're some self appointed "reverend" and serve whoever the fuck's will. You go ahead and wear your black clothes and sport your misfits tee shirt. Take those spikey boots, and shove them up your ass. Because if you intend to speak to me, belittle me like you do. Mother fucker, you've got another thing coming. I am better than you. I don't need to tell you. You know it or you wouldn't be trying to knock me down. I am BETTER. And don't be jealous... Just don't. Because you're either born this way... or you're not. You're either born elite, or you're not.

You talk to me about politics trying to sound intelligent... you know I tuned you out. You talk about the state of the world to sound like you give a shit... you know I tuned you out. You try to tell me that I am a lying whore of a person. Fine. I listen and shake my head. I tattoo those words to back of my brain... and I will remember it.

You know why you were so irritated by the whole thing? I do. Sheena does. Because I beat you at your own fucking game. I did. And you can't stand competition. You can't stand it when a girl isn't willing to fawn over you or follow you around like a fucking sick puppy. You can't stand it when you aren't in control of someone else's life. Because you can't even control your own.

You want to talk shit.
Let's talk some mother fucking shit.