Friday, December 08, 2006

Girls.
Typical girly girls can be extraordinarily petty, snappy and needy.
Those with their pretty heels, short skirts and stupid hair. They irritate the life out of me, those prissy little bitches.
Why do these girls insist on doing things their way?
Why are they so freaking spoilt?
Why do they always find the need to whine?
Why can't they just tell people off if they're not happy with them?
Why must they put up a front every single time?

To be honest I would call them fakes, but everyone is fake one way or another, you can't be blatantly honest about every single thing, honestly.

These girls; their lives revolve around shopping, dieting (that never works cos they're too lazy to do a few sit-ups every night), complain and bitch about their boyfriends or even people who don't matter in the first place. People who are not not even related to them in any slight way. They twist their words around, act cute and sweet or flirt to get what they want. They only work so they can buy the most ridiculous things like another pair of heels which looked like the ones they're wearing now, outfits that look just like the ones in their wardrobe or another horrendous handbag that they think is hot cos they saw Nicole Richie clutching it.

Sometimes, the tackier and trashier, the better.

Fuck. They have got no style. They just copy and paste what they see in a magazine and onto themselves - even if it means their body shapes do not suit the clothes worn by waif-anorexic/bulimic models.

"Oh now the 'punk' style is so in and I'm going to this gig where I have no idea what bands are playin but I think the singer is so hot so I'm going and I wanna buy a tight black short skirt to pair it with my stockings and put on a studded belt. Oh my God, I'll look so hot."

Shut the fuck up man.

You make me feel so sick.

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If somehow, you feel like you best fit the above description of a retarded bimbo who's got nothing productive to do in life apart from shopping with your dad's credit card and dining at expensive restaurants at the expense of your friends' or boyfriend's money, don't bother to take offence.

You're probably starting to whine to the unfortunate human sitting near you.

Friday, December 08, 2006 N