Right now I'm just absolutely furious at everything, most of it which can't be divulged here because I actually enjoy not being cast out of society. But I think I can make a rather abstract list to sum it up:
1. Women are bitches. Like stone-cold, backstabbing bitches. In a world where we all sing about womanhood and sisters and carrying each other through life, I have never witnessed more evil than I have through girl-on-girl crimes.
2. I hate that I will never be a normal girl. I feel like a fucking outcast. I don't have any close friends here (re: people like me), so I'm the geek in a sea of Barbies.
3. I'm still struggling to lose that last 30 pounds. I want to quit so fucking bad. I know I can't, but Jesus Almighty, I hate dieting. I hate working out even more. I would rather be raped by a pack of hyenas than work out.
4. Why is it that every single man I've dated has either a crazy ex or a crazy current? Take my ex, for example? His current gf called me, asking me for help because he, well, sucks. I was honest with her and tried to help out. Now I come to find out she's been trashing the shit out of me. WTF. Again, please see number 1.
Who wants to come to Phoenix, kick my ass into shape and help me beat up some cunts?
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all over it....go through a workout or two with me....oooo man...
and i will take some bitches out for you too...
I'm in...except for that whole gainful employment thing. But totally.
Me! No, seriously, I'm coming home at some point for a bit, so I'll help.
Um...we suck at phone tag? I somehow managed to miss your call while my phone was in my pocket.
1. You must be around the wrong kind of women. Yes, there are a ton of bitches out there, but don't bother waisting your time or energy on them, you are to good for that.
2. Normal, who wants to be normal. If everyone was normal the world would be boring. Be the odd one, the strong one, the smart one, but don't be normal, don't be boring, be who you are.
3. Weight is a bitch that we will forever fight with. But beyond weight, know that people who matter love you for who you are, no matter how fat we get. And lucky for us, we have good men that truely do love us.
4. Boys are stupid, they can't help it, they just are. And therefore they choose crazy chicks. Funny thing is we were once one of those crazy chicks. Good thing we wised up, or so we think. But non the less, who cares about the exes and their crazy girls, they really don't mean much in the long run. Again we are lucky enough to have good guys that may have crazy exes, but we could totally take them. :)
#1 Defines my experience in nursing school. Welcome to misogyny!
IN!
I hate working out too but am more motivated to exercise thru dance. So move here and take class with me! :) You need to meet my BFF Alisha... you and she would have a great time I'm sure. ~hugs~
The fact that you're so frustrated now makes me absolutely positive that you will succeed. You've come too far to give up on anything right now.
Women will always be bitches so stick to being friends with boys, they're way more fun and won't cry if you forget to call them back. Plus, they'll let you boss them around. It's awesome.
Cool chicks are hard to come by. But you are DEFINITELY a cool chick. Don't go normal on me now! Watch the movie, Hamlet 2, it always makes me laugh. It's highly offensive and fantastic.
Hearts n' flowers,
rose hips
oooh, cunt-bashing, count me in!!!!!!!!
I only choose friends who are wsywig, no pretense, so I have very few friends and it takes a long time to find them, but the ones I do have rock.
hug and a smile.
"I would rather be raped by a pack of hyenas than work out."
Dear God, YES. Hell freaking yes. I would kill for a carb right now. Red meat, please!
So right about the time you posted this, I was going through the same thing. I wish I could say it's gotten better, but it hasn't.
Booze helps.
I've got about 20 pounds to lose and recently started running. It completely sucks, but so does looking like I do.
I have no friends here. None. Zip. Zero. Only the husband and the boy. Reason being? Women are horrible cunts. As a result, I find myself drunk-dialing friends in Florida just to ground myself once in a while - to help me remember that I was Jennifer W. once, not Jennifer C. It also helps remind me that I don't have to fit in here culturally.
This comment probably isn't helping, but at least you know there's someone else in the country who's going through something similar.
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