there should be a bloody manual to life...
... i'm the type of guy that needs to read the instructions for model kits even though every one i buy is put together almost exactly as the others. the kind that double checks the time needed to nuke a hot pocket. even though the numbers 2:30 have been etched into my subconscious. why can't a bloody guidebook to life be attached to your embilical cord as well? something to tell you what the bloody hell to do. cuz i am clueless. you think they like you, they spite you. you think they flirt with you, they flirt the same way with another guy. you think you're ready to be "more than friends", that's all you seem like to them. she asks you to a movie and you say yes, you ask her to a movie and she says no. i mean. puberty was bad enough. one freaky discovery after another. AGH!! there's supposed to be hair there?! now i'm supposed to grow up, mature, get married, get a job, raise kids, and die a bitter old man before my wife does. what the hell? all that work...for what? a trailer home in miami with a wife that was giving you shit when you first met her and giving you shit now. and the worse thing is you'll never see her keel over cuz men (statistically) die before women. unless, of course, she took the pills labeled "TUE" in that neat-o pill container on "MON"
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Man, you made me laugh so hard!!! But what can I say: you're a guy and we are....girls. We are different and sorry, there is no manual to understand us; That's life!
did you ever think about writing? as a profession? really. you write great stuff.
