Must Vent
Why is it, that if someone says he's going to call me in an hour so that we can go out tonight, he'll call me over 6 hours later asking if I still want to do something? NO DUMMY I DON'T, AND THANKS FOR WASTING MY FREAKING TIME. Why is it that he can't just do what he says he's going to do? If he wasn't planning on calling me for almost six hours, then why did he have to leave me waiting? Why couldn't he tell me when he was really going to call me, or send me a text message. Or better yet just not call me at all and not get my hopes up.
Why is it that I don't know any guys who aren't worthless, stupid, inconsiderate imbeciles who are actually interested in me? This is so pointless. I should just start dating women because my gosh men work my last nerves, and I don't understand them at all. Okay, I'm nowhere near the baddest chick out there, but that doesn't mean I don't deserve some common courtesy. If nothing else, I always thought, at the least, I'm a nice girl with a decent personality. Gosh.
As a matter of fact, if I see this worthless fool, or Muhammad, or stupid Charlie who makes me wanna throw up, or that dude who laughed at me when I twisted my ankle, or Mr. C, or that homeless man who tried to feel me up on 13th Street, or that jackass on my street who grabbed me, or that dumb Que, etc. I will be sure to punch them all right in their faces until their noses get busted wide open. Dammit
Why is it that I don't know any guys who aren't worthless, stupid, inconsiderate imbeciles who are actually interested in me? This is so pointless. I should just start dating women because my gosh men work my last nerves, and I don't understand them at all. Okay, I'm nowhere near the baddest chick out there, but that doesn't mean I don't deserve some common courtesy. If nothing else, I always thought, at the least, I'm a nice girl with a decent personality. Gosh.
As a matter of fact, if I see this worthless fool, or Muhammad, or stupid Charlie who makes me wanna throw up, or that dude who laughed at me when I twisted my ankle, or Mr. C, or that homeless man who tried to feel me up on 13th Street, or that jackass on my street who grabbed me, or that dumb Que, etc. I will be sure to punch them all right in their faces until their noses get busted wide open. Dammit