die bitch, die!

I've had it; time to plan an exit strategy!

vagina day

Friendster Horoscope, The Bottom Line: Know that there's nothing in this day that you can't handle with grace.
In Detail: You are living proof that a person doesn't have to be an Olympic gymnast to have extremely good balance! Know that there's nothing in this day that you can't handle with grace, no matter how unexpected it may be. Socially, you are also ready to balance your career obligations with your personal life -- and this could result in some very exciting opportunities. It looks as though you might be able to increase your earnings a lot sooner than you thought.

Dear God, please let this day be less trying than yesterday. Maybe if I survive V-day, then perhaps I'll finally reach nirvana, finally free from sexual desires. Free at last -- I hope.

dissed 'n pissed

Hey, V-day is tomorrow but no worries; it was my fault to get my hopes up on a stupid speed dating. Like Jae said, it ain't the best venue to meet people.

Sometimes I wonder why I bother being nice. It seems so clear to me that when guys find you "out of their league," their jackass mode kicks in and they're the biggest jerks you've ever met. Of course, I ain't saying all the guys were like that but I could not believe the gall of some. I mean, in order for me to get your church's website url, I must go out with you? Yep, it was a "Christian" event too -- whatever!

And uh, when you request a specific age range, apparently the organizers know best and send you the oldest guys they can find. The reason I don't like older guys is that they're usually fixed in their ways and very narrow-minded -- too reminiscent of my obstinate father. That is, I might as well date my father's generation; it's creepy. Let me add another thing about old guys; and when I say "old," I mean 35 and up. But I ran into 37 and 40s who linger too much on the handshake and hugs -- creepy -- and who also have the delusion that they're irresistible due to their financial stability -- WRONG! And hey, when I say 29 and 30 only, GIVE me 29 & 30! Don't throw me a 40! Trust me, you didn't misread it; it said 30!

Oh, and stop passing judgement! If you're a freaking organizer, don't try to impose your sad experience as a basis for justifying how I'll "get a poor guy's hopes up." W-H-A-T-E-V-A! It's a game and we've all put ourselves out there that day, possibly to get rejected and otherwise. Unless this event was a late-night brainchild spawned by you and your buds, I can see why you're determined to control and "monitor." See, the idea was to help you and your buds find dates.

And if you can't tell, I'm REALLY pissed!