Driving to sacramento actually fuct up plans because when we stopped for breaks, there was no service. Can someone please explain to me why my gps worked???
OOOOhhhh... the new Ingrid Michaelson is on! Not so bad...
Something's been on my mind... people getting together... or, rather; why do people have trouble with it???
You know I'm autistic, right? I'm sure some douche will claim high-functioning; like I give a shit! Do I feel like a god damn freak all the fukkin time??? YES. No... it's not just a 'lately' thing with the world peace plan, and all... nay. I've felt like a solid odd-ball my whole stupid life!
So... why, then, was it when I was like, "I'm horny. Time to fool around..." I just got some. I just went and picked some dude I thought was ok... and there you go! They would just fool around with me... whatever. Only got turned a few times in my life. Only been dumped twice (both times in high school... as were nearly all, like 4, rejections).
I remember middle school going to a dopey dance. I wanted to dance with boys. But they wouldn't dance. They were playing with the sports equipment. I hate sports (except swimming and baseball--BASEBALL NOT FUKKIN SOFTBALL BULLSHIT! 'CUZ I GOT A VAGINA I NEED A SOFTBALL??? FUCK YOU!!!) so I didn't want to play.
Only girls were dancing. It was annoying. I didn't want to dance with girls. Certainly not the girls I went to fucking school with and hated.
I feel like when it comes to real relationships with the opposite sex... LA is completely clueless. I feel like it's the middle school all over, again. The girls are dancing with each other and the boys are playing with the sports equipment.
My husband wanted to understand women before we dated; he bought books on the subject. I would've done the same thing if men weren't completely transparent in every way besides their disgusting sexual fantasies... that I only truly understand exist thanks to porn I didn't want to accidentally see.
Women, very often, ask retarded questions to me about men. "How do you turn a guy on?"
"The guy was never turned off your entire date, probably... unless he was an asshole or gay or something."
They usually try and doubt what I say!
"Don't you ever pay attention to any of them? How weird they get when you enter a room? Hear the demented things they talk about when you first start talking?"
Then I explain that men objectify women, first, until they get to know them... and then they might consider a relationship if date/s went well. Then I end it with--some nerds are always out for girlfriends but that's rare.
Women often chastise me for saying these things... but it's how they act and it's what they fucking say! All the damn time! I think it's instinctive!
Why do I always have an easy time? 'Cuz my time is easy!
heh... well... I have needs... and I don't really do celebacy/abstinence. Now that I'm not a virgin... there's no point in no sex... ever. Why? dumb.
There are those times when I'm seperated from my man... and then, and only then, do I abstain. I get too crazy. My head goes a mile a minute all the time. There's nothing I can do... I'm more hyped up then other people... I think it's the only reason I'm hornier than most.
And when I'm happy... like that two weeks last year when this nonsense bombarded my life and made me the biggest freak I've ever been... I'm not the slightest bit horny, at all. I thought I was broken. I was one of the revelations... happy people don't need to screw!
The more miserable you are... the more you want it! Think of the craziest people you know... most of them are really slutty or are tormented by abstinence.
Well... I'm tired of this stupid middle school dance bullshit... and I'm sick of people going after me when I'm a married woman!
Learn to converse. It starts with, "Hello. My name is..." and you go from there... just like teacher taught you in kin-dee-gar-den! It's depressing and scary to walk around thinking I'm the creme-de-la-creme!
It's like.. wtf??? I'm the weird loser where I'm from... I came out here to be ME, for once. What the hell did these nutjobs come out here, for?
If you're hoping to have at this someday... you better buy a shirt and send proof with you wearing it!