The Blog About Nothing

You mighta read my first blog if you had the energy. I mean c'mon guys, it really isn't that long. And it's the only one where you can see the whole thing! Anyway, I mention two idiot boys. Again, they are not the people in my default picture (Tyler and Spencer are two different idiots). I'm talking Tommy and Jean (tweaked their names to protect who they are)

I guess the first guy would be TOMMY, the sexaholic. There isn't much to say about him; Tommy is to 4th base as hand is to glove. He reminded me of one of those guys from "Secret Life of the American Teenager". Such a lame show, but such a great analogy. I dated Tommy for about 3 weeks. I pride myself in my innocence- you can talk about the sign for cancer, and I'll be clueless. So when he started hinting towards 2nd base, I thought we were talking about baseball. Well that ended Tommy.

JEAN. He is the one I've got issues with! We only dated for 4 days. A lot of people were like "o_____o" at his height; I mean Jean was 6'8, but that's not the problem I had with him. No, my problem with him was I was his favorite Midge doll, and nobody else could interact with it. I say Midge because we all know Barbie is Ken's little blonde bitch, and I'm pretty sure Midge is the one that stayed out of trouble. I swear the only time I had me-time was when I went into the girl's room. Even that was kinda pushing it for him. He might have followed me in if given the chance, who knows. Other than that, I could not talk to any of my friends without his arms around me or him rubbing my stomach (that weirded me out. A LOT.) On top of that, he was an "I love you" whore. God, I hate these types. You do not know what love is when you've only been going out for 48 hours! For all you know I could be a crack smoking K2U whore, you still love that?! (Oh, and for the record, I really am not like that)

Then came the dreadful day that I did end up breaking up with him. He went NUTS. I broke up with him on a Wednesday- found out Friday at the homecoming game from two guys that he went absolutely psycho during his first hour. He was slapping himself and getting all angry. He had to go home early. I felt kinda responsible and guilty. But then I ate some twizzlers, and I felt better.

So there you have it- morons who made my life hell a couple of weeks ago. Tommy still bugs me a bit about stuff, and Jean is still a little drama king. But hey, life goes on, right?