Ten Things You'll Hate About Me
	 
    
    
	         
	
      
- I am a control freak.  In addition to just being, well, a freak overall.
 - I am, in most likelihood, smarter than you.  This manifests itself in a weird, ever-fluctuating mixture between street-smart and book-smart.  You will not hate this but rather the fact that I am somewhat vain about it.  As a byproduct of being smarter than you, I'm also going to be right much of the time.  This will result in many opportunities to say "I told you so."  Despite this I can "play dumb" with the best of them.
 - I have nice big firm knockers and I am not at all ashamed to use them to get what I want.
 - I have a juvenile streak.  Irk me and I may send a pizza to your house.
 - I don't do "visual candy"--I don't own a webcam and we will have to be extremely close for you to get a pic.  (The above pic isn't me.)  If you send me pics of you I will probably do the cyberspace equivalent of smiling and nodding politely.  I am stimulated by creativity rather than rippling abs.  Nevertheless I am not at all ashamed of my looks or my body and you would have no complaints about it if I showed up in person to rock your world.
 - I can be the most vicious bitch you have ever met, if provoked in the wrong way.  I can take and tolerate anything you might dish to me--but if you make the fatal mistake of hurting someone close to me, you will quickly find yourself wishing you'd never been born.
 - Everything in life I've learned, I learned from Sex and the City.  WWCD/WWMD/WWChD/WWSD are regular algorithms in my thought process.
 - I can drink you under the table.  And don't even think about getting behind the wheel afterward--I will lay you out cold with a tire iron before I let you get out on the road.
 - I'm a drama queen sometimes.  Life is boring and mundane without at least a little drama.
 - Expect me to tell you what I think.  This can include "you're acting like a fucking idiot" if you are.  If you don't want to know, don't ask.  (Most of the time I will probably let you know anyway.  Given item #2, it's kinda like part of my job.)
 
     
     
    
    
  
   
  
  
  
  
  
 
  
  
  
 
 
4 Comments:
I'm sorry, what did you say after Knockers?
:P
"I can drink you under the table. And don't even think about getting behind the wheel afterward--I will lay you out cold with a tire iron before I let you get out on the road."
I'm stealing that. Yoink!
I'm sorry, what did you say after Knockers?
Yup, no different than talking to a guy in person!
You wouldn't happen to be a member of Mensa, would you?
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