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I wonder about a lot of things actually. Like why the sky is blue, why onions make you cry, why women can never apply mascara with their mouthes closed, why the word men is synonymous with fucking douche bag. They’re all valid questions, except no amount of scientific examination on the male pea brain will ever reveal the secret to their stupidity.

Why such hate? When a girl puts her neck out there, and makes the first move, you’re obligated to give some sort of decisive answer either way. You DON’T give them some ambiguous answer which sways both ways thereby stringing them along the whole 9 yards. I hate that. I refuse to be an “option” even if you’re my option. Conceited? I guess — but that’s the reality with me. If I ever DO decide to submit myself to that position, I better be the only fucking “option” at that moment. I have way too much pride to take this kind of crap from any guy, as innocent and good willed as they seem. I’m just not that nice of a person.

So once again, I request that you get your shit together before I truly get mad and decide I no longer want to be your “option.”

And as a final note,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRISH.