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ravenI have never been wetter.
I take that back, because it's not true, but this makes it into the top ten. Bloody fucking guys who have such inferiority complexes they need to exercise their fucking masculinity by purposely driving through the deepest puddles and absolutely drenching lone girl walking home on pavement through pouring rain.
And then they have the cheek to look all offended when said lone girl gives them the finger.
So, yeah... I sneaked out into Liverpool today. My mother will hopefully never find out. It was okay... can't say it was really worth the sneaking-out thing. Maybe I should have just stayed at home.
Anyway, will go and have a shower now, to try and get rid of some of the pockets of rainwater that have collected. There are times when I loathe the male of the species.
Come to think of it, I always prefer the ones who seem in touch with their feminine sides - Darren Hayes, Kurt Cobain, Daniel Johns, JR Bourne - which makes me wonder. I read somewhere that about ten percent of the population are straight, and ten percent are gay. The other eighty percent are varying degrees of bi-curious.
So let's rephrase that. There are times when I loathe the male male of the species, taking as prime example the fucking son-of-an-inadequate-whore who drenched me.
I take that back, because it's not true, but this makes it into the top ten. Bloody fucking guys who have such inferiority complexes they need to exercise their fucking masculinity by purposely driving through the deepest puddles and absolutely drenching lone girl walking home on pavement through pouring rain.
And then they have the cheek to look all offended when said lone girl gives them the finger.
So, yeah... I sneaked out into Liverpool today. My mother will hopefully never find out. It was okay... can't say it was really worth the sneaking-out thing. Maybe I should have just stayed at home.
Anyway, will go and have a shower now, to try and get rid of some of the pockets of rainwater that have collected. There are times when I loathe the male of the species.
Come to think of it, I always prefer the ones who seem in touch with their feminine sides - Darren Hayes, Kurt Cobain, Daniel Johns, JR Bourne - which makes me wonder. I read somewhere that about ten percent of the population are straight, and ten percent are gay. The other eighty percent are varying degrees of bi-curious.
So let's rephrase that. There are times when I loathe the male male of the species, taking as prime example the fucking son-of-an-inadequate-whore who drenched me.
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on 2002-12-06 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
on 2002-12-06 10:04 am (UTC)Yes, he's an interesting person. We were friends, then lovers before we finally became married. I still treat him like my best friend and our communication is unbelieveable. He's my best friend, my lover, my lifemate, and my husband all rolled into one. It's a rare package.