I hate when guys think they’re being so clever when they make up the lamest excuses for me to send them a photo. I hate when guys mistake my kindness for flirting. I hate when guys who don’t know me at all call be babe, cutie, sweetie, etc. Only my friends are allowed to do so. Just because you had a class with me 5 years ago does NOT mean you know me. I hate when guys can’t take a hint that I’m not interested and they continue to try and talk to me. I hate when they act really disappointed when things don’t go their way. So far, every single guy is the same. They use the same exact moves and they’re so predictable it’s not even funny. Dude, I’m not stupid. You be trippin’ if you think you have the slightest chance at getting with me. Back up off me maaaaan.
Life is really good and I can’t really think of anything that’s gone wrong. But for some reason I feel like rage quitting, flailing about, hitting someone in the face with my can of hairspray, flopping over, and just sleeping until Halloween gets here. I’m being fo cerealz maaaan.
I am in a very peculiar mindset at the moment and I am not quiet sure what to make of it @___@
