So, ladies, I have a question: Do you get mad when guys are shallow and comment on the attractiveness or unattractiveness of another female? They will either state "Dude, she is fucking HOT!" Or, "Man, that chick is a DOG." Does it make you wonder what they say about you when you aren't around? Now, you might be sitting around with your female friends and you see a hot-ass guy with an average or even ugly girl. Do you ever find yourself saying "Damn, what the hell does that fine-ass guy see in HER? What a dog!" Now think about this. Guys are damned if they do and damned if they don't in these situations. The second they base a judgment on looks, they are assholes. They second that the DON'T, there is something wrong with them.
HYPOCRISY. It's what's for dinner.
I love to see hot guys with plain janes. It is great that the guy fell for someone based on personality. I raise a toast to these couples. Go on girl, flaunt that arm candy!
Do you know one of those girls whose sole purpose in life is to make sure men find her attractive? They pretty much thrive off male attention and aren't happy unless that have some mooney-eyed dope catering to their every whim. I have a friend like this... well she used to be a pretty close friend, but it was one of those friendships of convenience that ended when she moved out of my hood. Man, I like male attention as much as the next gal, but I try not to base my entire worth on it. If I did, I would really be screwed since I am in a bit of a dry spell right now. But I digress.
Cubs home opener today! I am going to come home to complete chaos. They better win so I have something to celebrate when I get out of here. Just so you understand how close I am to Wrigley, I have found a picture with my building in it and I have circled it for you and put an arrow pointing to my room. I doubt I'll get any sleep tonight. Aw, who needs it? The boys are back in town! Give me a few weeks, I won't be excited anymore. I just be annoyed with the vendors outside my front door and the retards screaming below my window.
My Franzia hangover finally went away thanks to that stud, Mr. Excedrine. Molly comes back to Chicago today. Hooray!
Hey fellas, just a tip: Never call a woman a cunt. My roommate did it yesterday, and he might wake up tomorrow morning with no eyebrows. It is a disgusting word and probably the worst thing you can call a female. I prefer twat.
And now for your viewing pleasure... me on the set of Jerry Springer back in '96. Dig the bangs, baby! I was fat. Now I am phat.