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Monday, December 19, 2005

a girlfriend primer

the biannual visit of the Parents of the Jinge is here and I'm having the strange feeling of deja-vu...

While I'm can call, (and actually did the last time, after blogging that I couldn't) I disturbs me that he still haven't told his parents that we were dating...

asshole... ah hem

So Mr. Hanna:

so now after ripping you a new one, it seems to me that you need a written cheat sheet you can actually have sex without having to yelled at before and after...

-YOUR FORMER GIRLFRIENDS ARE GOING TO GET YOUR RED-HEADED ASS IN A WORLD OF HURT...

just because they screamed, hollered, begged, or bitched to get their way doesn't mean that I am to make you think that I'm serious....

I shouldn't have to do those things...Telling you, even if it does mean repeating myself OCCASIONALLY should be enough...

And saying anything that even starts like "Well, women usually..." or "None of my women I dated before..." is asking to get your ass in trouble.

...if you want to make decisions based on what other women do, date other women.
Leave me alone.

-WANTING YOUR PARENTS TO KNOW THAT I EXIST DOESN'T MEAN I WANT TO MARRY YOU!

... it means that I want to get to know them since I plan to have you in my live for a long time... and not have weeks cut out of my life because you're in my life.

...I want you...and believe it or not your parents are part of that package. and i'm glad to have them, because they gave me you.

-REMEMBER THAT I SEE YOU ALOT MORE THAN THEY DO, AND YOU SHOULDN'T BASE YOUR DESIONS ON WHO WILL NAG YOU THE LEAST.

...yes i know that they want to get into your business and try to play the injured party, but when you act like this, I BECOME THE INJURED PARTY AND I WILL ACT LIKE IT!

SO...SACK UP AND TREAT ME LIKE SOMEONE YOU CARE FOR!!!!

i feel better

dismissed.






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