Girls, girls, girls

I really hate them.  No, like, really hate girls.  I hate the fact that they lower their standards because some douche bag gives them attention.  I hate the fact that they act ditsy around guys because they think it will make them more attractive.  I hate the fact that any reason they dress up it is to attract guys not just to look good for themselves.  I hate the fact that guys make them do that.

Girls, 


Screw 'em.  


Not in that way... ew.

Okay so maybe I don't hate girls... considering I am one.  But I don't feel this incessant need to throw myself at the male gender in ways that I think will attract them to me.  Of course, I've never been a head turner and quite frankly I'm fine with my lot in life.  But I don't let that get me down.  I think any guy who is right for me will like me even when I look like death and scream like a fangirl over Doctor Who.  As in the words of the oh-so-wise Liz Lemon:

“I want someone who will be monogamous and nice to his mother. And I want someone who likes musicals, but knows to just shut his mouth when I’m watching LOST. And I want someone who thinks being really into cars is lame and strip clubs are gross. I want someone who will actually empty the dishwasher instead of just taking out forks, as needed, like I do. I want someone with clean hands and feet and beefy forearms like a damn Disney prince. And I want him to genuinely like me even when I’m old. And that’s what I want.”

Solution: girls, get yourself a gay friend.  Or just stop beings whores.

Song of my freakin life...... Kind of random but love this song.