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girls, girls, girls I just registered for this semester and it was holy hell. Waiting in the longest line I've ever had to wait in at New College in a packed little Palmer A lobby, surrounded by girls. Scary ones. The type that are feeding my disdain for the fairer sex these past couple of days. It was a terrifying feeling to be surrounded by this mass of first year girls, of girls who spend what appears to be a decent amount of time on their hair, girls in skirts with exposed cleavage, white girls with straight blonde hair, some of them talking on cell phones. It was fucking hell - I was really ready to just go postal and start yelling for order, for enough of this silliness, give me a pair of scissors and let me at your hair, hand me those chunky sandals, let me beat you over your coiffed head with it, let me beat some sense into your fucking stupid head, you silly assholes. Why are you here? Why the fuck are there so many of you? Where are some males, even some tough girls, what the fuck is this shit?
I don't know why, I don't what has brought it on, but lately I cannot be bothered with girly girls, they make me want to hurt someone. Seriously. No more than five minutes ago, I walked out this library door, a mere fifty or so feet away from where I am now seated, walked out of it to go to Bonnie's car to get something she had left in there, and as soon as I step out the door, I see another little hellion, another manicured girl, bouncing around from foot to foot, her ass bouncing with her side to side movements, meanwhile she is babbling on a cell phone giddily. I let out a grr, a big one, and seriously fantasized about tackling her to the ground, getting her dirty, getting her out of my face, out of yours, out of all of hers, sending her right back to the Hell she was released from. Last night, I was a little sloshed, was talking to Drew Geer in Palm Court, and another stupid manicured girl, one with straight hair, one who because of this, because of her desire to look pretty, looked horribly ugly - yeah this bitch made some comment to me about how I was hitting on Drew Geer. These comments annoy me from people that I am friends with, the assumption that I cannot talk to a male unless I am hitting on him, obviously, because that's how gay males are, right? Well yeah, I was more than a little pissed at this little make-up wearing douchebag telling me this, some little make-up wearing douchebag that I did not know at all. I let the fucks, the assholes, the fuck yous drop all to freely, upset her quite a bit, and had to try to answer her repeated concerned asking of why I hated her, that I didn't even know her, why was I being rude to her? Because I hate you, you stupid twat, I hate so many people from this school that I have seen around for years, that I have never bothered to talk to, never cared to, and yet they talk to me, they say my name, as if we know each other, as if it is all okay, their hair and their make-up, that we can drop all of that, ignore it, put on a smile and do a decent show, act like everything is fucking all right in this world, that we can hairspray our problems into shape, mold them into what we want, pancake our acne with powder, and I fucking hate it, I want sincerity, I want you asshole. |