So under my new insurance I just paid $72 for hate kids.*and I am not even sexually active (fail) ... That's how much I
hate parents of those kids. I hate parents who take their children in bars and look at ME funny for yelling "FISTFUCK" loudly...I hate parents who take their children to nice restaurants where I only go as a treat to myself- as a young professional who works very hard to part with my money on a $40 botte of wine and a $20 entree. And those little rats get to eat $12 mac & cheese before they can read? When I was little, we went to the Ground Round on "Pay What You Weigh" night...I'll never forget the night my meal cost more than 50cents...my brother accused me of getting too fat to feed...thanks asshole. POINT BEING- I hate when children enter my world in places that I don't think they should be. Places that are exempt from my dirty looks and scathing-under-my-breath commentary: their parents house, their grandparents house, a birthday party at a house (not mine), anywhere that I have very specifically invited them (not often, but it has happened!), toy aisles at various super stores, public library children's section, zoos, circuses, and Jonas Brothers concerts...other than that? CHECK PLEASE!
And I saw a cute guy changing a on his car and I was thinking of stopping to hit on him/pretend to offer help...then he bent over and the waistband of his "Be Mine" boxers popped out... FAIL...
Well done, insecure girlfriend, well done. Mr. GayMess asked me why I wouldn't still go in for the kill because clearly the bar has been set really low from whoever bought those for him...but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.