MEN SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF ME
How do I get myself into these fucking situations?
All I'm trying to do is avoid getting into trouble. That's all. Instead I have to deal with *insert shudder here* men.
The nerve of this pickle headed invertebrae. "Why u add me if yyyou cnt respond?" I'll respond if and when I like, you schmuck! I don't have to talk to you just because you have no women in your life! I don't have to, do you hear me!
Sheesh. Now if I could just say this to the schmuck we'd be getting somewhere. Anyway, so this happens to be my first entry from the picturesque town of Breda. It's a pretty little doll house compared to the snake pit I come from. But men shall be men.
Just this week I've had one bloke demand I 'get in' to his car, the bastard. Another one tried to grab me at a pub, and a third insisted that I was Turkish. Or Polish. Oh and that's not counting the bloke in the train who stuffed a hamburger down his pants after looking at me for two continuous minutes. Creepy shit, that.
It's not all bad though. I've met a gander or nice lads too. There's Viraj from India, Rrrrrrumba(!) and Joey. Oh and Tri, who thinks I 'punch pretty'. Also there is Alex, Leo, Ernie, Tony, Rico, Andrius and...a couple of girls.
All things considered, life is looking up. I'm doing my own thing, having a good time. I'm even cooking. My mum is flabbergasted. Bwahaha.
So, that's it for now I suppose. Crazy men and the nice boys I live with.
Ciao.
All I'm trying to do is avoid getting into trouble. That's all. Instead I have to deal with *insert shudder here* men.
The nerve of this pickle headed invertebrae. "Why u add me if yyyou cnt respond?" I'll respond if and when I like, you schmuck! I don't have to talk to you just because you have no women in your life! I don't have to, do you hear me!
Sheesh. Now if I could just say this to the schmuck we'd be getting somewhere. Anyway, so this happens to be my first entry from the picturesque town of Breda. It's a pretty little doll house compared to the snake pit I come from. But men shall be men.
Just this week I've had one bloke demand I 'get in' to his car, the bastard. Another one tried to grab me at a pub, and a third insisted that I was Turkish. Or Polish. Oh and that's not counting the bloke in the train who stuffed a hamburger down his pants after looking at me for two continuous minutes. Creepy shit, that.
It's not all bad though. I've met a gander or nice lads too. There's Viraj from India, Rrrrrrumba(!) and Joey. Oh and Tri, who thinks I 'punch pretty'. Also there is Alex, Leo, Ernie, Tony, Rico, Andrius and...a couple of girls.
All things considered, life is looking up. I'm doing my own thing, having a good time. I'm even cooking. My mum is flabbergasted. Bwahaha.
So, that's it for now I suppose. Crazy men and the nice boys I live with.
Ciao.