Sweepy

I wrote a whole effing blog and it got deleted and now I'm even MORE grumpy.  BAHH.

Hate:  Getting hit on.  Not getting hit on as in a normal conversation where it is mutually understood that the person is hitting on you, but the kind where the guy comes on WAY too strong and is just spewing retarded compliments and bad pick up lines.  This would be a few sentences strung together that may include (but are not limited to) one or more of the following words or phrases: fine, sexy, damn girl, hottie, mmmmm, any dumb pick up line used in a serious manner, etc.  Listen up, if you think you are attractive to a girl after giving her that bullshit, think again.  We do not want to hear it.  At least I do not want to hear it and I can't imagine someone else finding it at all enjoyable and that's all that matters for the sake of my blog.  For me, this is more like sexual harassment than a come on.  It's synonymous to guys cat calling when a girl walks by.  I mean honestly, have they EVER gotten a positive reaction??  Whyyy do they keep doing it??!?!  Not only are these guys are usually the guys that can't get a hint, I know I'm not the first or last girl of the night you've attempted to pick up and I am not in the least interested, but even more these are the guys that clearly are incapable of learning from past mistakes, aka obviously this strategy has not been working.  Not to call you out or anything boys, but I can think of a few mental disorders that have these symptoms.  In conclusion, keep your horniness to yourself.  It is not cute.

Love: Penguins.  This is big because, generally, birds are a hate of mine.  But penguins just have that natural charm.  What can I say?  I love the waddle.  They are far too cute and hilarious for their terrible weather conditions.  But I guess if they weren't there they wouldn't be so fat and adorable.  There are so many different kinds too and all are too cute.  I want a pet penguin like that guy in Japan, and it's going to wear a backpack and waddle along with me wherever I go.

Peace,
theGrump