Monkey Diaries Archive

Anyone who knows me probably has already figured out that I am almost intolerable. I have good days and I have days in which you can swear I have been replaced by a short, fat, balding hispanic demon. Worse yet is if I feel as if you are being childish. Then all bets are off and I will begin to slowly take you apart, one conspicuous issue at a time. When it comes to understanding women (or the lack therof), I am deftly without peer. I don't get emotional, I don't care if there are babies dying in Africa, I don't cry, I don't like it when people around me cry and more often than not, I don't give a rats ass if you've had a bad day...it's not my problem. Yes, this makes it extremely difficult to have a relationship with anyone who is even remotely unsure of their place in the world. But...I am without question, consistent. This is the way I am 24/7, 365 days a year, without fail. Imagine my chagrin when I come across this post from some guy who has it worse than I ever had it with his...girlfriend. In spite of my trials and tribulations with the opposite sex, my arguments pale in comparison. This guy really should just run away...far away...

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