Men are stupid.
Let me tell you.
There are rules.
#1. If I actually give you my REAL number, don’t be an idiot. Don’t send me a text message at 4am on Monday morning saying “hi, this is _____. Call me sometime”. NO. You asked for my number, you call ME. How hard is that? I’m just gonna assume you’re too chicken to actually call me. So, no, I’m not going to call you sometime. Idiot. But I’m probably just cranky ‘cause you woke me up at 4 ON A MONDAY MORNING TO SEND ME THAT STUPID TEXT!
#2. Don’t ask for my number, call me once, don’t call me for 3 weeks until you see me around campus, let your crazy friend steal my number and send me texts from his phone, call me once more, say you wanna chill, never chill, apologize 2 weeks later, send me a photo of your penis and ask me what I think "‘cause its your’s". Excuse me? No. What do I think? You’re an idiot. And I’ve sent you a text, telling you that you’re an idiot. So please don’t contact me again. And that goes for your crazy friend, too. Thanks.
#3. If you’re sitting beside me on the bus, don’t read my text messages in order to strike up a conversation with me. If you have to resort to that, don’t talk. Even “lovely weather today” would’ve been better than INVADING MY PRIVACY.
I’m going to bury myself in my work today. I need to distract myself from the stupidity the male gender.
And then I’m going to Moxie’s to bury myself in some ribs and alcohol with my bitches and hoes.
PEACE :p
There are rules.
#1. If I actually give you my REAL number, don’t be an idiot. Don’t send me a text message at 4am on Monday morning saying “hi, this is _____. Call me sometime”. NO. You asked for my number, you call ME. How hard is that? I’m just gonna assume you’re too chicken to actually call me. So, no, I’m not going to call you sometime. Idiot. But I’m probably just cranky ‘cause you woke me up at 4 ON A MONDAY MORNING TO SEND ME THAT STUPID TEXT!
#2. Don’t ask for my number, call me once, don’t call me for 3 weeks until you see me around campus, let your crazy friend steal my number and send me texts from his phone, call me once more, say you wanna chill, never chill, apologize 2 weeks later, send me a photo of your penis and ask me what I think "‘cause its your’s". Excuse me? No. What do I think? You’re an idiot. And I’ve sent you a text, telling you that you’re an idiot. So please don’t contact me again. And that goes for your crazy friend, too. Thanks.
#3. If you’re sitting beside me on the bus, don’t read my text messages in order to strike up a conversation with me. If you have to resort to that, don’t talk. Even “lovely weather today” would’ve been better than INVADING MY PRIVACY.
I’m going to bury myself in my work today. I need to distract myself from the stupidity the male gender.
And then I’m going to Moxie’s to bury myself in some ribs and alcohol with my bitches and hoes.
PEACE :p