Monday, October 02, 2006

I hate that I don’t have any good male friends anymore. It’s not all about alcohol either – I’d just like to go back to having male friends with whom I can talk. Dammit, I even miss Mathew [cocksucking fucktard etc] which is a cardinal sin in my little world.

9 comments:

Unknown said...

could be the temper you see. scary.

Shelley said...

For a moment I had the horrendous feeling that you know me, treespotter, but then I realised that you were talking about my, ah, colourful descriptives. Hey, we have history and I'm allowed to insult him for it.

Anonymous said...

uh huh......

Shelley said...

Yeah thanks, anonymous, but I generally prefer my disbelief served with identity...

Shelley said...

Andy, you may not remember this but we've met. Think hard. Can you see my point yet?
Men, especially those under 35, do not want to bone me. Take my word for it.

lucy said...

Yep, male friends are not necessary but a nice balance.

Plus they're not horrified by some of the things that come out of my mouth, like girls can be.

(And fuck off with the not wanting to bone you)

Shelley said...

I horrify all and sundry - especially with the frequency with which 'fuck' and 'cunt' come out of my mouth...

I really would like some nice [well, not so nice] platonic male friends - preferably attractive ones to lesson the chance that I might be over interested in them...

Shelley said...

Ew. No, Andy, you didn't bone me.
Your eyes were, roughly, at my boob level - I suspect you enjoy that though.

Do you remember much about Rinna's birthday?

Shelley said...

Well, I figured since it was at eye level there wasn't that much choice.