Friday, January 27, 2006
In my never ending search for a lovah-man, I have decided to try to create some good-bad karma by complaining incessantly about the allegedly wonderful men currently in my friends' lives in the hopes that God will say, "Fine, Laurie. Let's see how you act with a wonderful, romantic, loving man of your own. Let's just see how you like that!"
So, off we go...
Men are dirty, good-for-nothing, rotten bastards. They can't be trusted. Sure they're all nice and sweet at first but just wait a while. He put rose petals in your bath water you say? Hasn't he ever heard of spider mites?! Aphids?! Sawflies?! Let's see if one dose of Diflucan can clear THAT up. Yeah, that's right. I said it. I bet he's married. Yeah, lousy lying skunk rat. He has a great job, my big white ass. It's all lies. Lies I tell you.
How was that?