Now, I could just sit here and go off about why boys suck and blah blah blah, but I'm not going to do that. Because we already know the answer to that. What we don't know is the WHY do they do those things that make them absolutely horrible, and heartless and so unforgivable. So when we figure that out, we will safely put away the junk food and the ice cream and live stress free lives.
No, I'm not going to blame all of you guys (and you are all at fault. You really are) for being jerks. For mistreating your girlfriends, for ditching beautiful girls on Saturday nights when she drops her plans to be with you simply because you asked, or for feeding lies that you may think are comforting but turn out to be disasterous.
Instead, today's entry is dedicated to the two people in this world who have been there always. Who know how it feels to have their hearts ripped out and stomped on, who knows how it feels to be underappreciated. That's right, my girls. Because without them, I'd be a horrible, sad, boring, ugly Michigan girl...just like the others that go to there.
Why are they so great? I can call them anytime, day or night, and talk for HOURS about whatever is going on. They listen and more importantly, they understand. They offer advice and they know just what to say to make me feel better.
And what's more, when we go out, it's always a blast. Don't believe me? Read the past entries. Then remember January's trip to Canada, February's night at Hard Rock, March's Canada trip for Shannon's birthday, and April's weekends at UM. And then add last night's trip to Ram's Horn and drive around (where we stalked a couple of hottie police officers) You can't get better than them.
We've realized that we don't need guys in our lives to give us meaning. In fact, have you seen us? Yes, we're beautiful, smart, talented girls who can survive just fine on our own. So in reality, it has come down to this: YOU need us. And because of this, perhaps you should rethink your actions and get your acts together because we refuse to fall for your lines, your underappreciation, and your crap anymore. You have to prove yourselves worthy of us: of our attention, of our time, and of our affection. Pull that off, and you'll be the luckiest guy on the planet.
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