Bipolar Journalling:
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:: Tuesday, May 02, 2006 ::
Me? Heaven forbid.
Me. Mean to men.
Delightful alliteration aside, I'd like to point out that I do not purposefully say unkind things to guys on purpose. Nonetheless, I've been accused of being mean at least twice this week. More than that if you count Lyndon's accusations, but he doesn't count because he knows I love him anyway.
I'm sorry guys. I don't mean what I say when I do say it, but that's the way I am. Believe me, my tongue can be that much sharper. I'm already trying my best to be affirming and nice (and when I do, it just throws people off, blows their mind that I'm saying things to validate their positive attributes).
That said... grow a thicker skin or have a better come-back than "You're so mean to me, Nicole!" Whine, whine, whine. There is definitely something going on with the testosterone levels in men these days. Why, just a few years ago, you would've smacked me across the face and said "None of that lip from you, wench."
Make that decades then.
Now it's either "Ha ha ha-... Wuh?" or "Boo hoo. You're making fun of me again." (which I don't deny. It's true I make fun of you. But you know it's only because, and I paraphrase Joel: "I love you, but in a totally sibling-like kind of way in case anyone was wondering.") Of course, if you DID smack me across the face, you would be in sooo much trouble, buddy.
I'd have to stop loving you.
:: And that's all she wrote 12:54 AM [+] ::
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