I don’t have to answer to you.
I have the right to change my mind.
I don’t have to consult with you when I want to make plans.
I can dance with every guy in the bar.
I can flirt shamelessly.
I can go an extra couple of days without shaving my legs.
I can sleep all over the whole bed.
I can decorate my house however I want.
*I am writing this in an attempt to help myself feel better about my singlehood.
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This is my mind, it’s not supposed to make sense.
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Don’t forget arguing with yourself and winning every arguement.
Yes, and conversations with myself because they’re always intelligent! hahaha
Keep putting off the leg-shaving thing, and you might be single for a long time! In the U.S. anyways haha! (waiting for bitch slap)
I can’t ever go more than a couple of days because they start driving me crazy. I don’t much have to worry about a man seeing or feeling my legs, hairy or otherwise, because I can’t seem to get past a first date. 🙂
I’m sorry to hear that. If it’s any consolation, you’re not missing much!
Worst part is my son has started telling me I’m going to wind up a crazy cat lady. Sad.
Wait. I’m supposed to be single to dance with every girl in the bar and flirt shamelessly? Oh, yeaaaaa, well, I guess I missed that in the rule book.
Did you really read the rule book?? lol
Of course I did. At least that’s what I tell everyone.
Oh, man. You made me ponder, and I have to admit to a little jealousy. But then I remembered SPIDERS! I guess I’ll keep him.