bitterdiva

January 5th, 2002

Hate and Love are synonymous, both lying on the same plane of emotion. The only difference is: with hate you want to fuck their brains out; with love, you want to make passionate love to your significant other. So being a hateful person, does that mean I want to go around and fuck the brains out of everyone? It certainly would help getting over some of life's rotten lemons.

I had thought that several nights sleep, a couple of new year's resolutions, and time would fade the not too distant memories of pain. Apparently I was wrong. I'm an angry, bitter, and hateful person... and it seems that I am happier that way. And as it began, it ended. A flame sparked from emotions so powerful, was extinguished with the same intensity. I am here left alone, left with broken promises, left with betrayal so deep that I couldn't fathom that this was ever going to happen to me again. I thought that I had learned my lesson from the asshole, never to have dated someone who's sexual experience was on the same level as a post.

I'm starting to believe in fuck-buddies. They never expect you to call them long distance, never expect you to buy them groceries or fill up their car with gas, or even drive long distances so you can get a weary I'm not ready for this excuse. They're simple relationships, with the basis on one simple thought, animalistic fucking. Studies have found (shocking) that sex is good for the body. Holy Shit, you don't say?!?!! I believe that everyone should have sex, gays, heterosexuals, animals, transvestites, gods, goddesses, virgins, hole punchers, you name it, they should be having coital relations. Maybe, just maybe, if the world participating in one huge giant gang bang we wouldn't have the problems that we have today. I mean, how can you be so wrapped up in current events, in who hates whom, who's fighting whom, when you just shot a big load into some attractive hole and your muscles have finally relaxed?

So I hate him, he has replaced the asshole in my life's view. To blatantly mac on some fucking girl in the presence of me? Now that was completely out of line. Pig? Yes. Immature? Yes! Sexual deviant? Yes! and complete hopeless geek? yes, Yes, YES!!! Sometimes all the proper ettiquete in the world would not help out a person who is so completely clueless in advanced social crowds that if there were a college offering a class on the subject, he would fail, and fail miserably.

Case scenario: Guy is vacationing at Girl’s place for an indeterminate amount of time. Somewhere along the timeline, they break up, Guy’s not ready, Girl’s feeling odd, but whatever, they’ll try and work on the problem. A party occurs. Boyfriend shows up with Girlfriend. Mass drinking ensues; Girlfriend starts to ignore Boyfriend and starts blatantly flirting with Guy. Girl seeing the snowball that just starting rolling down the mountain begins to drink, and drink, and drink some more. Boyfriend is oblivious. Suddenly Guy asks Girlfriend for info, Girlfriend reciprocates. Girl becomes ill. At this point in the story, Guests and one of the hosts go out to a bar. Left at the party are Roommate, Girl, Guy, Boyfriend, and Girlfriend. Girl becomes violently ill, and Guy (who’s there as Girl’s guest) leave with Girlfriend to join other Guests.

Hours later Guests and host returns, Guy and Girlfriend are out, Girl is sick on the couch. They return all laughing and shit and Girl retires to a bedroom closest to the bathroom. Later on in the evening Girlfriend becomes ill, and who is there to help her out? You guessed it Guy is! So forgetting all about his friend, his romantic interest, his host, he decides to help out some cheap slut who’s showing some interest in him and forgetting all morals or rules of social ettiquete in a party setting.

Man, why must nice girls always get themselves mixed up with social retards?

07:32 AM

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