New things and of course, boys

Hello my wonderful wonderful blog. I have missed you more then these stupid little words that I have can express. Sigh...it's good to be home.

So there have been some new things going on in my life and I haven't really had an outlet to push them on until now. :D For starters I've moved back to Oregon to try and restart my life (again). This seems to be a trend with me. Why? I have no freaking clue. And now we move on to one of my favorite topics because it control's most everything women do....boys.

Ah boys. How we love to hate you and hate to love you. Funny enough we also love to love you and love to leave you. We pretty much just love and hate everything about you. And the best part? Depending on what time of the month, our current alcohol intake and just for shits and giggles whatever movie/book we've just seen/read it's damn near impossible for you to know which of the above scenarios you fall into at the moment. But see, where we differ from boys is when we screw up (and yes it does happen...occasionally...don't get it into your heads boys. We will never admit defeat willingly) we get it. And we feel bad.

SIDE NOTE: I am talking about women who have actual hearts with actual feelings. Drunken Skanky Whores with no morals and no conscience need not apply. I'm talking about those gutter scavenging women who will sleep with anything with a penis because their fake boobs and bad nose jobs allow them to. And they some how feel superior because their longest relationship (four hours if you don't count the 45 minutes she was puking up a toxic mix of vodka and shame and he was texting his next bootycall) was so "emotional" and "I really loved him" meanwhile those of us who have been in a committed relationship that has seen more then one sunrise and sunset in the same 24 hour time period feel overwhelmingly jealous because the DSW gets more ass then we do. It's ok normal women who are not DSW sexbots, we eventually realize that while the walk of shame is ok in a blue moon, having more people recognize us for our morning after sex hair and distinct perfume of vomit, regret and tequila is not as rewarding as being recognized because they know our names and not what we were shouting at the party after our 8th or 9th shot. But hey, who's counting?

Back on topic now. Boys. Let's start with a recent example. Does every one remember That Girl. Come on we all know about her. She's the one you shoot daggers at as she passes you. You facebook stalk her and call every girl she talks to a slut and every guy she talks to she is probably sleeping with even though somewhere in the back of your mind you know she's nice and probably a good person. Women we don't create That Girl. Oh no. Boys do. See when a boy breaks up with you, doesn't notice your advances, or does take notice and decides to act but is still hung up on someone else but is complicatedly trying to work out his new feelings for you, he creates That Girl.

The one whom he kissed, hooked up with, hung out with, calls more then you, is all over his FB page, and the list goes on. She becomes the object of your hatred. The one who, if circumstances were different, would be in the running for your best friend. She has qualities that you find better then your self, and of course you think she has your man. Of course she doesn't have your man, and if she really did know how you felt she would back off. The boy creates this. Knowing that he shouldn't, and that someone is going to get hurt. Stupid stupid boys!!!

In short what I'm trying to say is that boys create a lot of the problems that they view "us women folk" make up. If they would just say how they feel and why we wouldn't have these issues. Of course it's all about being "manly" and "bringing home the bacon" Which normally I like, but in the case of being petty, kniving and creating drama where there previously was none is bad. BAD BAD BAD. Stupid boys.

Sorry this rant isn't very coherent but then again mine never are and I'm kinda pissed about it.