Teenaged Vanity...Read on for a short blog at the end
Current mood: curious
Category: Life

Know what I'm sick of seeing?

Young guys, and teenaged boys walking down the street, or wherever, messing around with the bottoms of their shirts.  They play around with them, pull them up, push them out...whatever you want to call it.  Why are they doing this?!  Because they're trying to show off their stomachs?  How sickly disturbing is that?!  It's bad enough that we have to endure teenaged girls and their desperate plea for a man's attention with their skirts so short we could probably see a tampon string!  Plus these girls wear their jeans so low they HAVE to go without underwear because the little frilly panties their daddies got them stick out of the top.(Hey, I'm not putting down the absence of underwear.  They're hot!)  But now we have to watch young boys walk around feeling themselves under their shirts, and see them, too ,wear pants so low they'd have to mow the grass to avoid pinching their pubes.

The clothes aren't what bother me about the guys.  It's the fact that they're constantly messing with the bottoms of their shirts, and pulling them up, to show me, you, her, my mom, and the rest of the world how beautiful their abs are.  Stop it!  Give me a fucking break!  It looks so desperate, and pathetic.  It honestly makes me want to puke.

I was just informed that young guys have been doing this for a long time.  So I'm thinking back on my teenage years, trying to remember what I might have done that was similar................uh.......................I'm thinking...................OKAY!
Flip my hair?  Smile?  Tony is telling me that we wear thongs out of our pants and stick our chests out.(I won't wear a thong between my toes or elsewhere!)  LOL!  I remember trying to hide myself a lot, behind my friends.  I know the girls now are very different, and there were some girls who were like them back when I was a teen.  I actually loved hanging out with them.  BUT!  They never held their shirts up to show off their abs.  That, to me, just seems so ridiculous.

I want to know about these crazy things teens do.  Please, share them with me.  I have two little girls, and I want to do something to prevent that kind of fucked up foolishness before they are "aliens".  "Aliens?" you ask me.  Yes, that's what I said.

Teenagers Are Aliens

     One of my nieces came to me upset about a month ago because her sister got to go to a festival and she didn't.  Her sister is 13, and she is just 5.  She proceeded to tell me how mean her sister is, and that she yells at her and her parents all the time, but still gets to do things that she, the 5 year old doesn't.  So being the storyteller I am, I told my niece and my two daughters, there in the back seat of my car, that when kids get to be about 12, they turn into aliens.  I told them that some people think aliens abduct them long enough to return them as "teenagers".  After that, they start to act very strange.  They yell at everyone, not getting along with their family.  They can't pay attention and they spend a lot of time in their rooms listening to music and talking on the phone.  I told the kids that sometimes the teenagers even conspire with each other and get into "big trouble".  My niece told me about her cousin, Laura.  She said that Laura is a "teenager" and she is very nice.  Laura is also my niece, and she is a very different kind of teenager, it's true.  So I told the kids in the back seat, "Sometimes the aliens miss us."  They all looked very relieved, but I soon assured them that it was just a story.
     Toward the end of the teenaged alien tale, I summed it up by saying, "If you ever find yourself in front of your mirror, singing along with your music into a brush, you may already be an Alien."
     My niece's jaw dropped, "I've seen Laura doing that!  She is an alien!"  The looks on their faces….the best!

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To Burn A Bridge, Should You Use Hi, Med, or Lo?
Current mood: hot
Category: Life

Do you know what sucks the most about burning bridges?

I'm going to tell you...

It's when you've watched the flames burn everything, leaving only ashes in its place, and you realize...
                         You've left the most embarrassing parts on the other side, including your EXTRA LARGE vibrator.  Amazingly, that's where you hear the strongest cries, and the most hysterical of laughs. 

Muahahahahaha!  I'm glad I'm not the one burning bridges, Bitch!  I guess you should have checked your closet a little closer before you left.  And you left it for my little girls to find!  Nice.

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This Isn’t The Latest, But It’s Informative...
Current mood: electric
Category: Life

I'm always lost in grammar.  I don't understand most of it.  I'm pretty much teaching myself.  This wikihow.com is quite decent when I want to know something fast. 

Here.  A LOT of you should look at this one...  *snicker, snort, devil laugh
Forgive me.  : D

http://www.wikihow.com/Tell-the-Difference-Between-Alot%2C-Allot-and-A-Lot

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A Little Edit Of The TV Show Idea....
Current mood: electric
Category: MySpace

I've decided that, in regards to my last blog post, it's just too time consuming and difficult for all of us to come up with specific episodes to go along with our favorite TV show picks.  With this being so, the goal is to email me your favorite TV show pick of all time, along with some of your favorite memories of the show, and maybe the reason you like the show so much.  It's all up to you. 

Some details you could include about your TV show choice:  your favorite characters, memorable quotes from the show, and even things you remember going on in your life during the years the show aired.  How did you or your family watch the show?  Did you watch it together as a family?  Perhaps you just sat down on the floor in front of the TV, or you had to sneak down the hall and peer around the corner to watch while your parents did.  Or maybe you remember coming in from playing outside, just so you could watch your favorite cast of characters that one night a week.

Just email me if you want to be involved in this, and read my last blog, keeping the details of this one in mind.

Currently listening : Good Morning Revival By Good Charlotte Release date: 2007-10-23

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My New Project, You’re Invited!
Current mood: nostalgic
Category: MySpace

So this is my new MySpace project for the summer.  I've finally figured it out.  I hope my Cute Little Friends will appreciate it, and enjoy it.  I also hope you will all want to participate.  So many of you did this with me last year, when I did the Movies Most Like My Cute Little Friends project, and I know I really enjoyed it, too.  Maybe I'm not in a movie mood quite yet, or maybe I'm just feeling nostalgic, but I've decided on something different this time.

How about we honor our favorite TV shows this time around.  Last year we chose three movies most like us.  This year, let's pick a tv series from the past, or even from the present time if you so wish, and choose three of our favorite episodes.  For those of you who weren't here last year, I'll explain:

What we will do, is after you've chosen your show, and you've picked the three episodes you like best, which are most like you in some way, remind you of a time in your life, or you may have even emotionally connected with them...send them to ME, and I will transform my page into a little dedication to that show.  A page for you as well.  I will do my best to showcase those episodes throughout the week, and I will use your quotes under my "About Me" section.  This is probably silly to a lot of you, but it keeps my mind turning, and gives me something more to do.   ; )  It also give you a reason to look at my page.

Tomorrow I will post my own TV Show as soon as I can.  For those of you who happen to love All In The Family, don't worry.  I'll do yours later, and differently.  I will post each new friend's page beginning on Sundays.  Please tell your own friends to check out my page if you'd like, so they can see what we've done and how you may have connected with the show in your life. 

It's interesting to think back on our ages and what we were doing as we sat down in front of that television on Thursday nights.  Or Fridays!  Whichever it may have been...  Silly?  Maybe.  I know there are some of you who....well...."We only read books in my house.  Television warps the mind and soul."  Perhaps that's true, but some of us grew up differently, didn't we?  Some of us fell asleep with the tv on, frightened of seeing her father's ghost...  : (  It's just the way it is sometimes.  The Three Stooges, The Cosby Show, Seinfeld, Who's The Boss, Benny Hill, The Muppets, The Twilight Zone, Alfred Hitchcock, Those Brady Freaks (Pardon me), The Golden Girls ;) , Everybody Loves.... You get what I'm saying.  I think make-believe tv has gotten a lot of us through......things.  Don't you?

Last year it was pretty cool with the movies.  And if you really really really want me to, I can probably do the Movie thing for you instead. 

What do you say, My Cute Little Friends?

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Schneider
Current mood: Manly
Category: Manly Movies, TV, Celebrities

I've got a word I can't seem to forget.  It runs through my head every once in awhile.  It's actually not even a real word.  It's one of those made up movie terms.  I still love it! 

I'm sharing it with you, reminding you all:

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Scolioli Oxen Free!
Current mood: Straight & Proportionate
Category: Straight & Proportionate Life

My sister has been suffering with back pain for most of her life.  She was recently diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, which I don't feel like getting into, but it's something they brand you with if you've got a lot of pain in your body, and not necessarily a reason for having it.

...So my sister went to a chiropractor for the first time in her life.  She's almost 40.  She's older than me.  : D  She was told some pretty interesting information.  I'd like to share it with you:

The doctor did an X-Ray on her back, which has been done before to find out what may be causing my sister's lower back pain.  This time, however, the X-Ray was done with her standing up.  I've had this done at a chiropractor's office.  That's just the way they look at your bones before they crack you up.  For good reason, too.  After looking at my sister's X-Ray, seems the doctor was able to easily point out the reason for her years of back pain.  Not only does my sister have scoliosis of the spine, which had already been discovered when she was 14, but her left leg is 8 mm shorter than her right.  Can you believe that?!  Well, I guess it's not too far fetched. 

If the doctor who had found my sister's scoliosis all those years ago, had just done an X-Ray of her back while she was standing, he or she would have seen the difference in lengths between her two legs.  Had this been done correctly, my sister would have been given a lift for her shoe, which she now has, and it would have helped to alleviate the pain.  This shorter leg actually caused the scoliosis.  She could have been spared all these years of pain.  She also could have avoided the damage that the lack of treatment and the accelerated scoliosis did to her spine.  Due to my sister's legs being different lengths, her hips and spine did not rest correctly in her shell.  This all forced her spine to twist, even making one of her ribs out of place.

What does this all mean?  What does it all have to do with me?  Nothing.

But I have a fucking Twisted Sister, man!  How awesome is that?!

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No Blog For You! Be Glad.
Current mood: Alien
Category: Alien Blogging

I apologize for not blogging lately.  I've not felt like doing much.  A little depressed maybe?  I think so...  And yes, I'm still asking, and answering my own questions.  Interesting.  Bizarre.

Do you ever feel alien to yourself?  A guest in your skin?  A sailor, aboard the wrong vessel?  That's the way I've been feeling for a couple of months.  It didn't bother me before, but it is beginning to make me...sad. 

I'm not usually one to be serious, or to show my darkness without somehow showing the most silly of it all.  I don't like to bring people into my "minus" world, or to suck them into my reality, where they may see or feel something they can relate to.  After all, who wants to relate to the downs of someone's life, without seeing a resolution.  I don't.  Unless I know that person, or that blogger is usually someone who shares their ups and downs, and a lot of downs of their life, I don't generally want to hear it.  I appreciate thought provoking, sometimes controversial, and definitely joyous blogs.  So I guess this blog is an apology to any reader out there like me, who hates to read sad, negative writing, and who may have been, or who is one of my readers, and hasn't had anything here to read for some time.  I know I've had some angry and even some "Oh, whoa is me" blogs in the past.  Those suck.  I don't usually like them when I read them later.  I never like them, but they're down right embarrassing as time goes by.  I should erase those if I haven't already. 

As for now, as far as blogs go, I've got nothing.  I barely had much to share before, and any mojo I may have had then, has crawled under the bathroom sink and won't follow me out when I come out of hiding.  I've been hiding a lot, too!

I can tell you this...
When inspired, I will climb back onto my own ship, and surely you will notice.

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Rubberbands, Banjos, Or Toads?
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Travel and Places

When I was a wee little one, I think our bright orange tent was set up in our yard for at least a month long during the summer time.  We had a small pup tent, which is for about what....two to three people?  My sister and her friends, and my friends and I, would have so much fun spending our nights in there.  I swear we'd stick five or more of us inside at a time!  It would get hot.  I remember that.  Then one of us would inevitably get mad and swear we'd sleep outside n the hammock or on the ground.  That never lasted.  We would spook ourselves out of course.  There were vampires and werewolves out there when I was a kid!  Didn't you have the boogeyman?  We always conjured up the worst of the ghouls and goblins by putting our flashlights under our mouths while we told their stories.

Last night we took the kids on their first camping excursion.  We went to a very local campsite, where I actually ran into some of my family.  Cousins.  I guess they've been going there for about seven years.  I'm sure they use a camper.  As a matter of fact, I only saw one other, maybe two other tents last night, and that's if I'm stretching it.  One of those tents was that of our friends Tina, and her husband, The Reluctant Lemming.  They brought their son too.  I'm very thankful of that, because his parents, neither one of them can speak well.  There's something seriously wrong with both of them.  ;)  Haha!

Actually, Tina is a long time friend.  We probably played in sand boxes together while her Aunt, my neighborhood friend, gave us wedgies and made us eat the sand.  Tina's husband, Eric, is very cool to hang out with.  The campground we went to last night was a place they had chosen a couple weeks or so ago, but weren't able to go due to the storms.  I asked them at the last minute if they would consider going this time, and they agreed.  We were all excited, and I was even more excited because I knew Eric had extra talents in the camping arena, as well as his knowledge of wildlife and nature.  This meant that along with Tony's experience in camping as well, there would be no failure.  As far as I know, the only failures were my forgetfulness.  I forgot the salad I made.  I forgot Clara's tennis shoes, and my tennis shoes, and I kept forgetting things at the tent when I needed them after I walked down to the bathrooms.  It is NOT fun to get undressed, and then stand under the shower, about to turn it on, and realize you've forgotten the towels.  I couldn't very well send my little naked Cletis out to get them, now could I?

Eric knows how to build fires without scaring anyone.  Collin can show us all how to stop, drop, and roll.  Tina is great for flashing her boobies just before dinner (only because a bug dived in!  She freaks easily.)  Tony makes great guitar theme music to go along with Eric's Pink Gorilla story, and he does very well catching fish with just a stick and a string, and Cletis' magic touch.  Rosie Bear now knows how to cast a fishing pole, thanks to Collin's sharing.  And Cletis still knows how to make people laugh.  As for me?  I don't necessarily enjoy killing a large moth after it's inside my pants.  Crunch!

Mr. Monk loves his ball, even more than the great outdoors.  I found out that he's afraid of those wild ferns that grow along the paths.

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I Don’t Understand WHY! The Cussing Teen
Current mood: Teen Hater
Category: Teen Hater Life

My four-year-old daughter keeps saying, "Damn it!" with a very southern twang in her voice.  Hmmm.  I told people it was a phase.  If it's been over a year, is it still a phase?  I'm just relieved for her future teachers that most of the classrooms now have telephones on hand.  I can't imagine how tired her teachers will be if they choose to call me each time Cletis says "Damn it!' or "Aaasssss-hooole".  Yeah, my brother taught her that last one after seeing the movie, Meet The Fockers.  It was pretty funny when she was just a baby.  I guess it's still a little funny when she's at church with my In-Laws.  *snicker*

Why do children saying these words, anyway, offend people?  I say if kids continue to cuss in front of, to, and especially AT us, then let them.  It makes me happy to hear a 14-year-old boy mouth off to an adult, using the sharpest of vulgar words.  Not only does it help to maintain his secure self-image, but also it gives me the opportunity to scare the fuck out of a teenager.  Yeah!  You ever try it?  It's great fun! 

If you're in public, say at the park for the fireworks on the 4th of July, and you and your family settle down onto the grass with your refreshments, radio, bug repellent, and bratty kids, you expect to have a "family" oriented time.  Right?  Here in Chillicothe, that's the way it has been for at least a few generations.  Those of us townsfolk, who decide to join in on the Independence Day celebration, drive down to the Yoctangee Park just before dark.  There will be all kinds of us:  Folks with kids, older couples, groups of friends, and inevitably, your faithful drunks.  I don't mind anyone (not even the drunks if they don't flash my kids or anything).  Usually no one minds me, or my children.  But there is always a stray teenager who passes by with his bad-ass friends in tow, within ear's reach, and my hand's reach actually, mouthing off the most disgusting of words a girl of 8 or 4 could possibly hear.  I'm not talkin' "damn, shit, or ass".  No, it could never be so simple as that.  These little motherfuckers have to spout out words I like to use when the kids are asleep upstairs.  They blurt out words I scream out during my fun "grown up" time, if ya' know what I mean.  *one eyebrow dances on face*  ;)  So when one of these little assholes does something like this in front of my little people, I have no problem with standing up and "ripping their ass", like my brother would call it.  I know I look pretty stupid, especially when a lot of these kids are 6 foot tall and 200 lbs. these days.  But frankly I don't give a fuck!  If one of my kids spoke such language around a crowd like that, I would expect a mother, a grandfather, or even one of those drunks to rip her ass just the same. 

Not only is it difficult to hear a teenager yell out "fuck off!" to someone in a crowd, but let's talk about a strange phenomenon I've observed in the last year…  It's really quite bizarre.

I've noticed it while I'm taking my daughter home from school.  Elementary school might I add.  She and I will be riding through the neighborhood of her school where there are many children walking home from there.  We see many kids who are well behaved, mind their manners, watch the traffic as they cross, and treat the other kids with kindness.  Then we find the strangest thing!  A word will fly right into the window, and smack us right in the face.  And again, it's not just "damn, shit, or ass".  No!  It's not even "Mother Fucker!"  The most peculiar thing about it all is that it makes no sense in the least bit!  

"Cock!" is the first word I heard come from a boy.  It was just from out of nowhere!  He was probably nine or ten years old.  He was walking with his friends and they all giggled after he said it. 

Let's not forget "Vagina!"  It only goes along with the last one.  It came from a boy too.  He was a little older, but not much.  The middle school is in the same neighborhood. 

I think the funniest one I ever heard was when a boy yelled out to another boy (they were probably ten or eleven years old), "Lesbian fucker!"  Yeah, I thought so too.

 How do these kids come up with this stuff?  I don't mean the terms.  I mean, how do they decide they are going to publicly yell out profanity, and on the streets that are so close to their homes and their school?  My niece, who is 14, told me that at Chillicothe Middle School/ High School, if the students cuss at a teacher, the teacher does nothing.  She says it's because they know nothing will be done.  Well, it would be done at MY house!  Nobody would be physically hurt.  We don't do that.  But trust me, it would be done.  What do you all think?  I have a couple of friends who allow their children to cuss.  I feel it's not about the terms.  It's about respect.  If I felt my 85-year-old aunt had no problem with me saying "cock sucker" and "fuck yeah!", then I would say it.  But she doesn't appreciate it, and because there are more people like her, I will teach my children to watch their tongues in public, and that cussing is not acceptable at their little ages.

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I Was Wondering...
Current mood: tired
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

This might be tacky, but I'm going to do it anyway.

I would like to have another job.  Something that has to begin at least after 4 pm, or end by 8 am.  I'm wanting to do something outside of my home for the summer, maybe longer if I like it a lot.  It would be great if I could learn a new trade.  I'd love to spend some time doing something I've never done before.  Who wouldn't?  But specifically, I want to do something physical.  Like work on a farm.  Yeah!  That sounds crazy!  I want to though.  I need a challenge, and if I can't learn something new doing it, then I'm not really interested.  If I can be paid, that's even better.  : D

If anyone knows anyone...........

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Open Up And Say ’Ahh’
Current mood: hot
Category: Life

I know I talk about my breasts a lot.  Maybe I mention it too much?  If so, I don't apologize.  I say, "Open up and say 'Ahh'."

I've lived with pretty big hooters for most of my girly life.  Until recently, they've hung on me like a bag of moon sand!  In most recent years, they've been hanging there like bags of moon sand, weighed down again with "mommy milk".  Can you imagine how hot that is? 
I mean..........................CAN YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING HOT, HEAVY, AND UTTERLY MISERABLE THAT HAS BEEN? 
I know some of you can understand, and I know there are plenty of women out there who have no problem with their chest being so large.  Not me! 

I'm quite thankful I've had this breast reduction, and I have definitely been enjoying the results over the past eight to nine months since having my chest reduced and my feet revealed.  And my stomach!  You wouldn't believe how BIG and proud my stomach has been showing off since it has taken on light and air.  Yeah.  Remove the shelf, and the wall below will show its blemishes.  I don't mind.  For now I can almost see the future with those hooters gone!

I need advice about my new boobies.  They're still a decent size, and they're still fucking hot!  Some of my peers have frightened me from going bra-less.  One friend of mine had surgery herself, and her doctor said she needed to wear a supportive bra to keep her breasts looking good.  My doctor told me that I can wear the shirts with bras built in, and that those are just fine.  She didn't tell me that I needed to wear a bra, nor did she tell me there was any importance in wearing bras all the time now that I've had surgery.  I think the size of my breasts before, along with having two children and nursing them both, probably had something to do with the shape they were in prior to surgery.  Right after surgery they stood up like cannon balls on my chest.  I'm convinced they would have exploded had I made any sudden moves, too!  As time has gone by, they've settled in.

I really like wearing those small strapped tanks with the cotton bras built into them, but my sister let me know the last time I wore one, that it was VERY noticeable that I had no bra on.  What the fuck does that mean?!  Does that mean that we all need to let people know that we're wearing bras?  Perhaps we need to let everyone know that we're wearing our underwear as well!  If so, I had better start wearing them more often.  If this isn't the case, then she means that my boobs are sagging already! (For those of you who prefer the word, "tits", suck ass!  I'm not gonna' say it.  It's just too 'dirty old guy on a construction site' for me.)

Tell me, what is okay?  Is it okay for me to go to the grocery now without a bra on?  My breasts aren't small, but they're pretty small for what I'm used to.  I need my friends to help me out here.  I know my boobs still look kinda' large when I'm out with you guys, but that's because my bras are a little padded for NIP safety.  The surgery caused sensitivity in that department.  : p  Thankfully!  So the padded bras are better for my mental state in the cold months.  Now it's horrible out there!  If it was up to me, and I didn't embarrass anyone, I'd fucking wear a couple of jellybeans when I go out in the heat like this!  I am a little worried about losing shape of my breasts though.  I don't want them to sag or get floppy!  Not for at least the next five years.  That should give me some time to make all the bills I can workin' these poles for college educations.  Then my baby-daddy can do it...

Is it really going to ruin me if I don't wear a bra much this summer?  Are my boobs going to start sagging if I just go the fuck out and not put those nasty things on under my clothes?  These scars make sweating 5 times worse.  Do you folks know anyone who has had a breast reduction, and has she had similar problems?   Or is there a fantastic bra out there that feels like you're still naked?

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I Just Can’t Wait!
Current mood: excited
Category: Parties and Nightlife

I'm very excited to go out Saturday!  Can I hear a "hoot hoot"?  LOL!
Thanks for the invite, you wonderful YOU...  : )

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A Broken Bone, My Aching Heart
Current mood: sad
Category: Life

My yittle girl fell out of her bed in the middle of the night last night and we ended up at the ER.  It's just a regular ol' bed, no bunk bed, and she even has one of those puzzle floors made out of thick rubber tiles.  I heard a big thump from downstairs, like I often have.  It's not the first time one of our girls have fallen out of their beds.

But this time my skinny little Cletis was no match for the way she must have landed while dead asleep.  She broke her collar bone right in half.  : (  She cried and moaned and it took all I had not to do the same.  She wears a figure eight sling to keep her arms straight, but tomorrow she sees the sports med. doctor.  I'm sure after he assesses how tiny she is, he may put her into a different type of sling.  I don't know, but I'll keep you all updated.

For now, I hear her ringing her little bell for me...

My poor yittle baby.  : (

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Nice Guy, Stop Reminding Us...
Current mood: apathetic
Category: Friends

Oh Gawd!  I can't take it anymore!

This has got to stop.  I'm going to send this short and sweet message out to someone; a friend I haven't known all that long, but someone I consider a friend, still.

Stop with this idea that women like assholes!  I don't know what kind of women you hang out with, but it's just not the normal consensus.  It's not the way MY women think!  By "my" women, I mean the ones in my family and the ladies I surround myself with.  And frankly, I think you're trying to blame your lonliness on other men.  Step back from that dark place and friggin' live a little, man!  Things really could be worse for you.  Trust me.  I've been in places darker than you can imagine, and I've seen bodies carried away from those places.

Women who choose men that are mean or bad to them, were probably girls who were mistreated by their fathers.  OR they might not have even had fathers.  The women who are still choosing their fathers, aren't the kind you want "to fall in love with" in the first place.  Um, I think you need a woman who is strong-minded and who can take care of herself.  Don't you?

I don't think you're being fair with these women and their choices of guys anyway.  I believe you're going to see "bad guy" no matter where you look.  In fact, is it possible you think you're the only nice guy left?  : p 

I'm fucking sick of hearing people say, "Nice guys finish last."  What is that?  Some kind of excuse for cheating in life?  Using the whole "Nice Guy" routine is an ugly crutch you should definitely consider burning.  I've been catching up on your blogs tonight and I couldn't bare to read them all after hearing that whole "the jerk gets the girl" story so much.  Entry after entry!  Chin up!  Please!

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