Chicks or Dicks? Who would you chose?
Disclaimer: The following entry may be the result of raging hormones.
The "Fantastic Four," I've noticed, is now the "Troublesome Three." Can you guess who the odd girl out is? There are plenty of excuses you can make. The first one will be that I have a boyfriend now, and that I'm always spending time with him. Well yes, this is true; the relationship is new and needs some care. But honestly, I don't have to see my boyfriend every night of the week. You will see it as me chosing him over you. Frankly, you are pushing me right into his arms.
Once upon a time, we believed in CHICKS BEFORE DICKS. Well, now, let's recap:
"The Dick" - called me every night of spring break, even if there was nothing to say
The Chicks - never heard from them. Supposedly, wanted to spend time with their families, and then went to the mall Friday morning ... without so much as a ring.
"The Dick" - not even on my speed dial yet, and still I see his name on the receiving call list more than anyone
The Chicks - yeah, if I get one call a week, I'm excited
"The Dick" - I am sincerely wanted and appreciated
The Chicks - if you "sincerely wanted and appreciated me", you'd pick up the phone
"The Dick" - takes two to make a relationship
The Chicks - well, like I said. What once was four now is three.
"The Dick" - leaves messages
The Chicks - assume that I have taken a six hour nap, and or have been in class all day long. NEWS FLASH: I do check my voice mail. And classes last one hour, dears.
"The Dick" - let's just say we enjoy each other's company
The Chicks - more often than none, awkward
"The Dick" - knows me for who I really am, and from what I can see, adores it. I am lucky to have met such a wonderful person, and to feel the way I feel.
The Chicks - are stuck in a pre-conceived notion of me, and because of that pre-conceived notion from August 2005, brand me different, naive, innocent, prissy, and I assume you think I am stuck-up. If you'd bother to chat every now and then, then you'd know that I am most certainly not the same person as I was first semester. You act worried about me, and want to shelter me from things, and always want me to stay the same innocent, sweet Jo. Another NEWS FLASH: in the words of Britney Spears, I am not that innocent!
Now when it comes to chosing ... who would YOU pick?
So basically what I'm trying to say is that it'd be nice to hear from you. It'd be nice for it to be the Fantastic Four again. I can still beleive in Chicks Before Dicks. Obviously I don't expect the same type of affection a boyfriend would shower on me from you, but for people who are supposed to be my best friends, I feel more like a pleasant aquaintence.
I'm not taking the offense. This isn't meant to be hostile. It's a very clear message that I wouldn't be able to memorize completely in order to say to your face. But, given the very slim chance, I would.
P.S. - No, Ezra is not a dick.
The "Fantastic Four," I've noticed, is now the "Troublesome Three." Can you guess who the odd girl out is? There are plenty of excuses you can make. The first one will be that I have a boyfriend now, and that I'm always spending time with him. Well yes, this is true; the relationship is new and needs some care. But honestly, I don't have to see my boyfriend every night of the week. You will see it as me chosing him over you. Frankly, you are pushing me right into his arms.
Once upon a time, we believed in CHICKS BEFORE DICKS. Well, now, let's recap:
"The Dick" - called me every night of spring break, even if there was nothing to say
The Chicks - never heard from them. Supposedly, wanted to spend time with their families, and then went to the mall Friday morning ... without so much as a ring.
"The Dick" - not even on my speed dial yet, and still I see his name on the receiving call list more than anyone
The Chicks - yeah, if I get one call a week, I'm excited
"The Dick" - I am sincerely wanted and appreciated
The Chicks - if you "sincerely wanted and appreciated me", you'd pick up the phone
"The Dick" - takes two to make a relationship
The Chicks - well, like I said. What once was four now is three.
"The Dick" - leaves messages
The Chicks - assume that I have taken a six hour nap, and or have been in class all day long. NEWS FLASH: I do check my voice mail. And classes last one hour, dears.
"The Dick" - let's just say we enjoy each other's company
The Chicks - more often than none, awkward
"The Dick" - knows me for who I really am, and from what I can see, adores it. I am lucky to have met such a wonderful person, and to feel the way I feel.
The Chicks - are stuck in a pre-conceived notion of me, and because of that pre-conceived notion from August 2005, brand me different, naive, innocent, prissy, and I assume you think I am stuck-up. If you'd bother to chat every now and then, then you'd know that I am most certainly not the same person as I was first semester. You act worried about me, and want to shelter me from things, and always want me to stay the same innocent, sweet Jo. Another NEWS FLASH: in the words of Britney Spears, I am not that innocent!
Now when it comes to chosing ... who would YOU pick?
So basically what I'm trying to say is that it'd be nice to hear from you. It'd be nice for it to be the Fantastic Four again. I can still beleive in Chicks Before Dicks. Obviously I don't expect the same type of affection a boyfriend would shower on me from you, but for people who are supposed to be my best friends, I feel more like a pleasant aquaintence.
I'm not taking the offense. This isn't meant to be hostile. It's a very clear message that I wouldn't be able to memorize completely in order to say to your face. But, given the very slim chance, I would.
P.S. - No, Ezra is not a dick.