“You men have no idea what we’re dealing with down there. Teeth placement and jaw stress, and suction and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down moaning and trying to breath through our noses is easy? Honey, they don’t call it a job for nothing!”
I do not like them. How did I end up with a concussion? After the fog lifts, I’ll be sure to tell you. Next time I think I’ll judge the distance between the ground and the car door a little better. My depth perception is just a bit off.
I like Harry Potter. I like World of Warcraft. I FUCKING LOVE LEGOS. I read. I get good grades. I talk to my cat. I drive like an old woman. I drink juice boxes. I stalk people on Facebook. I joke around with my guy friends but I’d never actually have enough balls to do anything.
And then on the other hand:
I can drink my weight in alcohol, and I sure like to. I curse in nearly every single conversation I have, nearly everyday of my life. I’ve punched my best friend in the face before, and gotten away with it. Three brothers. One Playstation. And I always get to play. Perhaps you’ve never been in a house full of guys with ONE PLAYSTATION, but it’s REALLY hard to get play time on that. And I do it, and kick ass at COD.
What is wrong with me. I like being this way, I feel unique. Maybe there’s another girl out there who is the same exact way, and maybe she’s even stranger than me. But for right now, I feel unique.