Pissed Off
How About That?
my friend has this theory she heard from a friend who heard it off Oprah Winfrey:
every guy has a ladder, on which he places all the girls he meets in his life on each rung. the top rungs are for fantasy babes, the unattainable, the angelina jolies; the middle rungs are meant for friends, pretty girls they are hoping to score with, and basically just about every living being with chestal endowments; the bottom, which my friend calls 'the abyss', is...well you can figure that out for yourselves.
girls, on the other hand, have 2 ladders: 1 for "just friends", and 1 for "life-partner hopefuls", the latter being the female equivalent of the guys' only ladder. in this case, both ladders never cross (or is it that only life partners can make the cross but friends can't...i dunno, i forget.). however, if a guy gets high enough on the "just friends" ladder, he might be able to make a jump over to the middle of the "life-partner hopefuls" ladder, which, in my opinion, is near hopeful since the top is reserved for mr. rights, whom we all know do not exist...
let me know if the theory really stands. usual address please.
Here I'm Pissed
well today i'm feeling kinda annoyed. there's this guy from, well, an affiliated troupe who's been making a nuisance of himself and creating ripples in our otherwise quiet lives. i'm saying that to make a point that he's totally insignificant to us, if not for those annoying buzzing noises he makes around us. he thinks that just because he is the champion of some dumb competition, and that he is attached to someone from our troupe, that he has the right to throw his weight around. well, to me, and the rest of us, he's nothing but a pathetic loser. yes, that's right, a LOSER. i was already upset enough when he hurled vulgarities at me for what i still believe is NO APPARENT REASON, and now i'm over-the-top pissed off because he has taken to picking on MY OWN juniors. if he hasn't got juniors who bother enough to let themselves be picked on by him, that's his own tragic end. it doesn't give him a damn right in hell to say even the slightest thing about others' juniors, MY juniors. but, i guess that's what you do when you're an insecure loser, a pathetic excuse of a human being. he can't finish a sentence without stuffing his foot into his mouth, so he should forgive others for letting a finger slip in, shouldn't he? but i guess it's a difficult feat for a brainless, insecure loser--keeping his foot out of his mouth, and forgiving. hell, he probably doesn't even know what a foot is, since he keeps his ugly head so high up in the sky. it's one of the pair of things you walk on, those things that keep you firmly planted to the groun...oh ok i get it now.
the thing is, when he is in our territory and surrounded by our people, he should know better than to not even cover his nose to mask the sound of his breathing, much less forget to keep that asshole that occupies his ugly face shut. otherwise, his ugly face is going to be part of our table-cloth. and no, we see no pleasure in having any part of him in our territory, in every sense of the word 'part'. the pleasure stops after we've ripped his ugly face out. and i'll make sure my fingerprints are on it.
well i'm not gonna bother with naming him, not to protect his imagined shroud of dignity, but because he's just plain too negligible to be mentioned. plus i don't know how to spell his name. why should i know? never did, never cared to, never will. and also because my mother brought me up well. mothers USUALLY do that, don't they?
my friend has this theory she heard from a friend who heard it off Oprah Winfrey:
every guy has a ladder, on which he places all the girls he meets in his life on each rung. the top rungs are for fantasy babes, the unattainable, the angelina jolies; the middle rungs are meant for friends, pretty girls they are hoping to score with, and basically just about every living being with chestal endowments; the bottom, which my friend calls 'the abyss', is...well you can figure that out for yourselves.
girls, on the other hand, have 2 ladders: 1 for "just friends", and 1 for "life-partner hopefuls", the latter being the female equivalent of the guys' only ladder. in this case, both ladders never cross (or is it that only life partners can make the cross but friends can't...i dunno, i forget.). however, if a guy gets high enough on the "just friends" ladder, he might be able to make a jump over to the middle of the "life-partner hopefuls" ladder, which, in my opinion, is near hopeful since the top is reserved for mr. rights, whom we all know do not exist...
let me know if the theory really stands. usual address please.
Here I'm Pissed
well today i'm feeling kinda annoyed. there's this guy from, well, an affiliated troupe who's been making a nuisance of himself and creating ripples in our otherwise quiet lives. i'm saying that to make a point that he's totally insignificant to us, if not for those annoying buzzing noises he makes around us. he thinks that just because he is the champion of some dumb competition, and that he is attached to someone from our troupe, that he has the right to throw his weight around. well, to me, and the rest of us, he's nothing but a pathetic loser. yes, that's right, a LOSER. i was already upset enough when he hurled vulgarities at me for what i still believe is NO APPARENT REASON, and now i'm over-the-top pissed off because he has taken to picking on MY OWN juniors. if he hasn't got juniors who bother enough to let themselves be picked on by him, that's his own tragic end. it doesn't give him a damn right in hell to say even the slightest thing about others' juniors, MY juniors. but, i guess that's what you do when you're an insecure loser, a pathetic excuse of a human being. he can't finish a sentence without stuffing his foot into his mouth, so he should forgive others for letting a finger slip in, shouldn't he? but i guess it's a difficult feat for a brainless, insecure loser--keeping his foot out of his mouth, and forgiving. hell, he probably doesn't even know what a foot is, since he keeps his ugly head so high up in the sky. it's one of the pair of things you walk on, those things that keep you firmly planted to the groun...oh ok i get it now.
the thing is, when he is in our territory and surrounded by our people, he should know better than to not even cover his nose to mask the sound of his breathing, much less forget to keep that asshole that occupies his ugly face shut. otherwise, his ugly face is going to be part of our table-cloth. and no, we see no pleasure in having any part of him in our territory, in every sense of the word 'part'. the pleasure stops after we've ripped his ugly face out. and i'll make sure my fingerprints are on it.
well i'm not gonna bother with naming him, not to protect his imagined shroud of dignity, but because he's just plain too negligible to be mentioned. plus i don't know how to spell his name. why should i know? never did, never cared to, never will. and also because my mother brought me up well. mothers USUALLY do that, don't they?
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