Image via Wikipedia When I originally picked up the book ““A Child Called It”by David Pelzer from my mother’s book collection I admittedly rolled my eyes, but I was in desperate need of reading material. Usually back then I tried my hardest to avoid anything […]
Image by Al Bar via FlickrI readily admit to having a bit of a racy sense of humor, and this doesn’t change much for me in my actual life. Why then, must that still come as a surprise? This is something I simply cannot understand, at all. People who have known me for long enough should be able to realize this. Yet, they are constantly surprised?
Some people will never learn, I suppose is the lesson to be learned. I suppose in the same vein as my complaint above is the exact reason my friends are mostly of the male persuasion. I don’t really “get” other girls. The drama that typically ensues when I silly enough to think I actually met a female that is cool. No gossipy and well, generally fun to be around.
Save for an exceptionally occasional exception one thing is true.
Girls be some catty twits.
There is purpose for this rant, one of the cattier of the females I know decided recently she must have been a tad bit bored. Instead of oh I don’t know picking up a hobby, grabbing coffee, or a million and one other things people normally do when bored she made a phone call to start some (wait for it….) DRAMA going! Yay. Just yay. Naturally, drama needs participants. Good gossip always entails other girls! Yay. again, just yay.
So that leads me to here. Apparently at some point during my busy day of both taking care of the short one, coding, working, writing, and the billion other things I have to get done daily, I apparently am going to drag my sleep deprived butt (and I guess Shorty too) down to the next town to (’cause I’m magical like this I guess) beat up some random girl? Who a.) I don’t know/ care where she lives. b.) (the much more obvious one shall be second) Why the hell am I beating ANYONE up?
Yeah, I’ll give people guesses to ages now.
Did you guess 18? Bingo!
I really can’t believe I just posted about this. Someone I hope finds this funny.
Me, Shorty in a sling (or whatever) with my “can’t be bothered” “overtired momma” patented look, staling some random girl?
Blarg. I’m tired just thinking about that.