I went out last night. I consumed roughly 4 glasses of wine and a small glass of sherry. Yes, I know sherry's a very old woman kind of drink, but I'd like to point out that it has the kick of a bull and the alcohol content to match. Needless to say, I'm feeling slightly under the weather today. There is something that's making me feel better - that is, the memory of things discussed last night.
It was a proper girl's night, which was much needed on my part, and we discussed all things girly. The main topic of conversation, however, was men. It's amazing how much can be learnt about the male of the species when you just put your heads together, patch together stories from here there and everywhere, and when you're through your second bottle of wine, it all begins to make a whole heap of sense.
I feel enlightened. I feel like I've wasted a lot of time believing that men are actually good people, and actually give a shit about women. And now I can finally rest easy at night in the knowledge that they're all fucking bastards who live in their stupid little worlds of pathetic egotistical self-obsessions, thinking every day that women are too stupid to cotton on to their ways, to their lies. Well, I've got news for some of these men: We're not fucking stupid. We're not fucking blind. And most of all, we're not fucking wasting our time with you anymore.
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jesus...are you still drinking the sherry?
Perhaps I am. Or perhaps I should be.
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