What the hell is it with constant women haters? I am sorry I actually have the balls to put my life out there, with my wrong-doings and my achievements while you don't. Come on. Let's admit it. You women are so freakin' secretive that you'll be fantasizing about your best friend's break-up so you can hit on her boyfriend. You are the type of women who can never be happy for another woman. God made a mistake giving you a vagina because you can't even deal with it. Had you grown different genetalia, then at least you wouldn't be a wuss commenting anonymously about how sad your life is.
And another thing, jealousy IS an illness. Treat yourself, please. You're gonna be a relatively unhappy person all your life if you can't learn to be happy for others. I have the best girlfriends in the world. Some of them who dated their high school boyfriends for 4 years and married them, some of them who live in a million dollar house in the prestigious area of Mississauga, and some of them I work with - who are actually helpful, and not the ones who would like to see the newbie fall flat on her face. I am so blessed to know that I have faithful women as friends, and not jealous twats who cannot handle a few blogs about my happiness.
Go cry yourself a river that you don't have what I have, and I'll fucking build you a bridge to get over it. Awh, did my cockiness make you cry? I'll hand you some Kleenex dear Anonymous =)
The day you grow balls to comment with your own identity, that's the day we'll talk like mature adults. So.. for now, get off my fuckin' back? And let me enjoy my birthday week.
Also, because you're so happiness/love intolerant, I warn you NOT to read my blogs for the next week, because I will probably be bombarded with new stories everyday. Can my birthday go without surprise? Never.
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