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| It's funny because we're always hearing about how men don't treat women well enough. Well. I need to treat men better. I need to treat them as if there's more to them than just their dicks and videogame-desensitized nature. I have to treat them as if I could one day come to like them and have them around me like a dog around my ankles. I need to treat them as if I give a shit about their lives or personality or problems. In other words, I need to grow a vagina. At the current moment, I have a rather low opinion of men, but it's definitely not because I am a supporter of the feminist movement. In fact, I'm always the bitch in the back who slaps down the Barbie dolls and says: "Shut it, blondie, Eve was fucking dumb and she fucking ruined mankind. Okay? Yes, she did. And you know why? It was because she had a uterus." So why do I have a poor opinion of men? Well, I just keep finding them to be significantly less intelligent than what they ought to be at eighteen. The only person I've even come close to enjoying the company of is Will who is a fourth year here and is the driver of the food drives that we do for community service. But then, he's twenty-one. Apathetic. Humourous. Nice. And looks like a plumper version of Orlando Bloom. And his last name is Cocks, which, amuses me endlessly. Anyway, the point is that all the boys my age somehow turn out to be dimwitted morons who couldn't tell the difference between a Spencerian sonnet and a Shakespearean sonnet. Actually, I couldn't care less if they could tell the difference or not, but I do care if they're going to run off into their little cell-rooms crying about how the big-bad-vagina girl was mean to them. Jesus. I have more of a dick than half of them. Except I don't actually have a dick. Which means I have to borrow theirs. Which. Is the only thing they're good for I guess. Lending me their dicks should I be in need of them. Do you see why I have a low opinion of men? |
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| I HATE guys! Man, I seriously do. I'd never be gay, but I still hate guys and the way they are. Especially my ex. I'll never put myself in a relationship like that again. I'll be damned. |
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| Guys under twenty will NEVER be worthwhile. Doesn't matter who they are, they won't start to "upgrade" in sensibility until later on. Even some guys in their twenties don't know sense when they see it. I only know two decent guys out of every male I know, and they're both over twenty-five. |
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| First off. This layout is putting me to shame. I am in love with it. I want to mate with it and have its babies. It's fucking gorgeous. Secondly. You're not wrong. Boys tend to be full of shit. So yes while you may need to treat them nicer, I don't think it's your problem if they seem to have half-a-brain. Don't apologize. You're right, they're immature, that's the way it is. HAH! Will Cocks. I love it. |
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| Jen |
| I don't think your lack of vagina is the problem. You might just be lacking a soul. But I could be wrong. |
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| LOL. haha. nice layout! (: |
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| Hello and welcome to La cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point, a place where I store all of my thoughts and experiences. Feel free to look around, but please keep in mind that everything that I write here is about myself and my experiences. Thanks and enjoy. |
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| I am an eighteen-year-old college student who is currently attending the University of Virginia. I enjoy reading, writing, intelligence, and sarcasm. My goals in life include being a successful swindler, a professional liar, and maybe someone you could bring home to meet mom with. More? |
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