Time to go outside now...
It's just occured to me (not for the first time) that I am strange. I'm gonna go outside and find something to do so I can make sure that little skank keeps her distance, right? Right.
But...I'm not going to put on full-face makeup or dress up or anything. I feel completely threatened by this bitch, but all I want to do is warn her off. Warn her off, run her off, knock her off...whatever. Totally female reaction. But, why am I not doing the 'makeup and' thing? Should I? Hmmm. I dunno.
All I want is for her to realize that there are some people who do not think she's God's gift to humanity. That there are a few people who are not enchanted because of her looks. And, that by dressing the way she does, she comes across as a whore who needs to be beat down. Who the hell else would wear jeans with zippers up both pant legs from the cuffs to the waist? Looks to me like easy access. Uh-huh. Get the fuck outta here. Bitch. Eric's been milking out there for almost two years without your fuckin' help. He does not need you now. You, however, are going to need an ambulance if you don't make yourself scarce. (God, I'm a bitch...as I sit here giggling while I write this.)
I can absolutely see the stupidity of the way I feel, but I still feel that way.
WHY??? Damn it.
I know I have nothing to worry about...yet, I'd still like to see her covered in cow shit or bleeding. (Actually both...)
OOhh...I know...I'll hang her ass up on a hay hook and use her like that picture of JLo. Until she rots too much. Then, I can recycle her by feeding her to the 900 lb. pig who lives here. Be the most useful for anything she ever was.
THANKS MOM!!! I really appreciate you fuckin' me over with all my boyfriends until ya died. Makes it real fuckin' easy to deal with bitches...I mean women, now. I'm still friends with every guy I went out with. Except the ones who fucked her. And, why did I go the 'blame and not trust women' route, instead of hanging it on the men? I do not know. But, I did. And, still do. Maybe because my Dad was one of her victims. And, I was always closer to him than her. Til his current 'her' showed up. (Another chick to reinforce my opinion of women...just what I needed. Sigh...)
Well, just kill me now. I've always liked men more than women, gotten along better with men than women and understood men better than women.
Sorry ladies. I may be one of you , but I ain't one of you. Know what I mean? Some of your 'sisters' did that for ya. Made me have fear and borderline hate before I even know who ya's are.
If...and that's a big IF..a woman is nice and approaches me with a look other than that nasty 'fuck you' face most women wear like a badge of honor, I'm open to talking to 'em. If they just sit (or stand) there with that look, I don't even bother. Men don't do that. Men are always nice on approach. (Shut up. I don't care why. At least they try to be nice. Women don't. Okay...lotsa women don't.) And, unless I've done something to deserve it, I don't like it. I'm always on guard with women, trying not to give 'em a reason. But, they act like asses anyway. Hell, maybe that's why I'm so ready to jump on this bitch like stink on shit. Shit does roll downhill. And, when it's the only way you've been shown to act...what else do ya do? I've always been of the 'like men more than women' school, but, now that I'm with Eric, it's even harder on me. Every time I get all puffed up and pissy about some stupid woman, I remind me of his ex. That bitch is, was and always will be insane. I hate the way she treated him and I hate it when I get even remotely like that. But, this bitch in the same room, or God for-fuckin'-bid touching him, makes me go into DEFCON 4 alert mode. "Must. Kill. It."
Why?
Honestly , it seems like the only 'femaleness' about me is the crappy parts. Boobs (they get in the way when I'm trying to shoot pool), my period, long fingernails and a shitty attitude toward other females. Everything else about me is more guy than chick. Cussing, fartin', belchin', riding bulls, playing pool, working, jobs, sense of humor...everything is more guy than female with me, except those few things.
Any ideas?
I gotta go pee on Eric's leg now...markin' my territory, don'tcha know. First, I'll pee on his leg, then I'll go find her, bristles up, teeth bared, growling with drool coming out. Lovely, huh?
Well, I probably won't go that far...unless...
C'mon...if she's fuckin' a 17 year old, how much sense am I supposed to assume she has?
Besides, I'm not in those 29's. YET.
I'll be back. Pray for me. Or her. Hell, just pray.
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