If dealing with a communist phone service today wasn't bad enough, the damn music channel is playing Chubby Checker. I'd like to twist the cap off of that a-hole, too. Ugh. So shithead SSL thinks that I'm a hater over the basketball game. Well guess what. Aside from boxing (which is the only reason why I met him), I'm not into watching sports on the television. Bring me to an actual game and I'll watch it, but don't expect me to sit through the first quarter of the basketball game on TV. Yeah... I know that every guy gets a hard on when he thinks of the perfect chick and she is into sports, but let me be honest about this whole thing. In my most humble opinion, females who are into sports:
*Are into them because their fathers always wanted a son and treated their daughters as though they were little boys
*Got into them to impress a guy
*Are also into girls
*And the list goes on...
So sorry that I'm honest and couldn't give less of a shit about the football/basketball game. At least I'm honest and don't act like those annoying beotches who wear jerseys on game day with their husbands/boyfriends, cheering like they used to play football, too. I don't expect my male partner to be into shit like baking or any other semi girly hobbies that I like doing and I'm GLAD that he wouldn't be. Maybe I'm just a simpleton who doesn't get it. As the perfect female I'm supposed to:
*Cook like your mother
*Clean like a migrant worker
*Have sex like a porn star
*Take care of your kids like Mother Theresa
*Maintain a body like some video vixen
AND ON TOP OF THAT
*Like sports?!?!
Sure. And when I get a rip in one of my dresses, I'll expect you to sew it back together... You know what I have to say about your precious sports shit, SSL?
SUCK MY DICK! ...but don't bother me until after I put this cake in the oven.
