Don't dream, when you can't make it real. They're only fictions anyway - Moddi, A Sense of Grey

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Dec 1, 2011

Happy Hour


Just want to say thanks for preying on us emotionally vulnerable women who look to you for comfort and joy. We tried to replace you with the pathetic men in our lives and I'm happy to say, you have succeeded in that regard. You start off by looking like an innocent indulgence; you look all sexy wrapped in your tempting looking packages, but just like a man, the euphoria lasts for two minutes. Then, you turn on us by making us feel sick to the stomach; we feel like major dumb asses for thinking we could ever count on you for anything, especially moral and emotional support. You make us feel horrible about ourselves and then we curse the day we met you; but we can't seem to stay away from you and that starts another bout of dejection, anger, misery and in some cases, even trauma. We have you to blame for the jeans that no longer go higher than the thigh and the shirts that make us look like a boob job gone wrong. 
You are the reason for all the low self-esteem.
You are the reason Johnny Depp won't come to our rescue and why Brad Pitt won't return our calls.
YOU YOU YOU!
However, all being said and done, you are delicious and ours is a relationship which has lasted through all the ups and downs. Sometimes, even when we wake up from a deep sleep, we find you next to the pillow and we hold you till we fall asleep again. 
So I wanted to take out the time to say that we love you and we hate you and we love to hate you.
If you want to run for president, you've got our vote. 

Happy Hour With My Girls And Our One True Love


6 comments:

  1. "Jeans that no longer go higher than the thigh and the shirts that make us look like a boob job gone wrong"

    Ahahahahaha.. stop exposing me to the world!

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  2. She hates us, S! Khuda ke liye yeh tasweer hata do! FAHASHAT HAI

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