Poppycock

Being female, I would like to say, at least on my and my friends’ behalves, that girls are generally peaceful creatures. We probably won’t lunge at you with a broken bottle in a bar, mug you on the street, assault you at a party or decide, at least without good intentions, to dupe you into tricky situations where feelings will be compromised. We gravitate towards our interests with the idea that they’re positive in some way. I think if we were gathered together on a planet by ourselves and an alien flew by and knew what we were it would say, “Aww.” I’m not saying all of us are angels or even that a lot of us are angels but we’re “Aww” worthy. I’m also not saying we wouldn’t or couldn’t jab you with a broken bottle, but really, we most likely are never going to start a physical fight with you. We seem to create more than we destroy. We generally like to tell things (boys, family members, friends, even pets) that we love them and we really must because we continue the human population by allowing ourselves to be vulnerable for 9 months, for most of us, at least once in our lives.

That being said, if I were men I would be very nice to womanfolk (thinking of all the different cultural issues against women and everyday disrespectful happenings), especially since on top of all that good stuff about us, they find us to be quite sexy. ;)

So how can so many men be such creeps? GAH.

Well, I’ve been unemployed now for 1 month, 2 weeks and 3 days. And what I’ve learned thus far is you need structure or you sleep in until noon, which is ironic and predictable because I thought unemployed friends who slept ‘til 12:00 were lazy and unmotivated. Never say never, damnit. 

I ate two brown eggs (there’s no difference btwn brown and white eggs - they just look neat) with some pepperjack cheese and a cup of French Roast coffee and now I’m going outside because my eyes hurt. I should go to the Y and exercise these chubby legs of mine. I will. I will do it.

… and then I’m going to Ginger Hop in NE Mpls with my ex-coworker Derek and my friend Mandy to watch my friend Caroline and her boyfriend Jessie play acoustic songs from their new album. 

I washed and ironed all my clothes yesterday. Ironing’s not easy and it’s HOT. Do people actually do it regularly?? Obviously my wardrobe looks more enticing with neatly pressed items hanging crisply side by side. Apparently it’s possible to want what you actually have. You just have to put in mind-numbing hours of ironing and sweat like John Candy in the Sahara.