a tool: that guy who makes us shake our head in disbelief but at the same time makes us feel better about ourselves since we are not him

here we are. kate and i. sitting in our apartment, waiting for the night to begin. and katelyn gets a text from, lets call him homo. and the text says this; "we should make out sometime in our lives."  this would be funny if homo wasn't a slut, and if we actually had hung out with him once or twice in our life times. homo is being as serious as it gets. he expects kate to hop on the invite like honey on bees. that exactly what we do on our saturday nights, wait to get invites to make out with people. and then we all have bulimic parties, and paint our nails!

you idiot. did you really think that was going to work? did guys really think that us women are here for their disposal? i think we all must of missed  the "boys own you" class when the umbilical cord was cut. i'm pretty sure i missed a lot of those boy classes. because, wait. i'm suppose to act dumb to get a guys attention? and if i want to catch anyone's eye i need to be showing a little something something? oh, and if i'm not a size two, flawless faced barbie i'm not worth your time? HAHA, please. i'll never act retarded to get you to like me. the ditz card, yeah. i dont have one. and it's better if i show more skin for you, then not enough? forget that. i rather feel comfortable in my own outfit, then worrying about pleasing you. the second any one of you girls start getting dressed for someone else, and not for you. stop. do what YOU want, for YOU. not anyone else. and don't poke my sides or hit my arm jiggle. uhm hello! i'm not 11 anymore. yeah, i have a pooch of a stomach, and my arms sag a little. i go to the gym, and i eat whatever the fetch i want. whoppide doo. i'm not fat, i'm healthy and i have periods once a month. deal with it. i'm scared for my daughters. a fourteen year old came over to the house today, and when we were talking about first kisses her story was this; "yeah... mine was a little late. like end of seventh grade." the jaws of every college girl in the room dropped. seventh grade is considered late for a first kiss now a days? what's late for sex? i'm eighteen years old, and still a virgin. and i'm proud. laugh it up. but yes, my v card is still intact. it's even laminated. i'm thinking about getting a plaque for it. girls, stop lowering your standards. and guys, stop expecting us to.

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