You know, I'm aware of the power of the Internet. It got me that long-lusted-after book deal I wanted. It got many knots out of my spiritual rope, cleansed me of a few insanities and brought me great digital miracles such as regular pictures of hot naked breasts in my inbox, but still, I underestimate its power on an almost daily basis. For that, great Internet, the all-knowing eye in the sky, I am sorry.
I should have known you people were feeling as frustrated with the flakiness of the female as I was.
I should have written about it earlier. I would have seen quicker salve for my chafed ego, instead of brooding on my own because "men are pigs" and all that jazz. Are they pigs? Or do they understand me? Do they get me? Am I a pig too? This past week, I have been inundated with kind and supportive messages from men who share in my frustrations, men who initmately understand my struggles. Of course, I've gotten kind and supportive messages from women who share my frustration as well, and I plan to be friends with all the men, and make sweet, sweet love to all the women. Oink oink.
Testify!
Posted by The Bunny at 1:45 PM