Xander ,'Help'
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My dearest hope for him is that the next woman he falls hard for turns out to be an unrepentant Bush supporter with head lice.
Look, we all acknowledge that he's an ass who doesn't know what he's missing. But wishing a "woman" like that on any man, that's just cruel. I mean, why don't you just wish he get his penis chopped off in a zipper while you're at it? Or that he has unprotected sex with Paris Hilton?
I mean, why don't you just wish he get his penis chopped off in a zipper while you're at it? Or that he has unprotected sex with Paris Hilton?
Same thing, really.
My dearest hope for him is that the next woman he falls hard for turns out to be an unrepentant Bush supporter with head lice.
People are not attracted to other people for all sorts of different reasons. Why can't one just feel bad for both people that the mutual attraction thing didn't happen? My heart/brain tends to be terribly selective over who I'm attracted to, which hasn't done me any favors.
My dearest hope for him is that the next woman he falls hard for turns out to be an unrepentant Bush supporter with head lice.
People are not attracted to other people for all sorts of different reasons. Why can't one just feel bad for both people that the mutual attraction thing didn't happen? My heart/brain tends to be terribly selective over who I'm attracted to, which hasn't done me any favors.
Well, truthfully, having my Bitches wishing unspeakable things to befall him is actually making me feel a little better.
As is the carrot cake I just ate, accompanied by chocolate milk. (I went to the grocery store, and in the bakery section they had the most perfect thing EVAR -- little single servings of cakes, sized just a little bigger than a cupcake. I resisted buying a whole cake.)
I just caught up- on the last 60 or so posts anyway. I'm sorry Tep, I don't know what to say. I used to imagine boys what done me wrong were about 4 inches high, and then I'd drop imaginary mean boy in a blender. So I can imagine crush boy like that if you'd like.
I don't hate my Crush Guy either. I just wish I could.
I have had a rotten day and am currently thinking mean thoughts about several of the men in my life. I'll happy add another to the list. Grrr.
Well, truthfully, having my Bitches wishing unspeakable things to befall him is actually making me feel a little better.
So you want us to go all virtual Anya on his ass? I can do that, you know.
Well, truthfully, having my Bitches wishing unspeakable things to befall him is actually making me feel a little better.
Well, I'm not terribly offended or anything. Go Team Hate!
I can think mean thoughts, too! I think. I dunno. Personally, I haven't even had a crush (or a date) in so long, I'm starting to doubt the virility of the average American male. I think they're all WIMPS.
Go on, tell me how wrong I am. I'ma sit here in my comfy chair and lear at Dennis Leary getting it on with the blonde chick in Rescue Me. That's about as close to sex or a male I come in my life anymore.