i miss nick and his biological make-up.
yes. it's true. i miss nick and his 501 genes. girls have a different type of make-up. even though i am slightly androgenous, i lean towards the male monster side and sometimes being around so many females can be a little overwhelming. but i am taking notes on my observations of the female species. here are some short-hand (i have short hands) notes i've been taking....
habits in a female habitat...
they have pets called closets. these closets eat clothes. girls feed their closets so many clothes that their poor closets throw up all over the place and regurgitated clothes are strown everywhere. but they don't care. they still wear the closet's barf they call "outfits." then they ask each other whether they look good. the reply is always "yes." they paint their faces with what they refer to as make-up. one time they tried to put this red crayon stuff on my line mouth... they said it was a stick for lips and it would make my lips look pouty and bring out my eyes. then out of nowhere a dress came flying and hit me in the kisser. i never thought i would like closet spew but i thanked the bulimic house of clothes for saving me. sometimes they have pillow fights... i don't mind that, as long as they don't mistake me for a pillow. although i am pretty comfy.
habits in a female habitat...
they have pets called closets. these closets eat clothes. girls feed their closets so many clothes that their poor closets throw up all over the place and regurgitated clothes are strown everywhere. but they don't care. they still wear the closet's barf they call "outfits." then they ask each other whether they look good. the reply is always "yes." they paint their faces with what they refer to as make-up. one time they tried to put this red crayon stuff on my line mouth... they said it was a stick for lips and it would make my lips look pouty and bring out my eyes. then out of nowhere a dress came flying and hit me in the kisser. i never thought i would like closet spew but i thanked the bulimic house of clothes for saving me. sometimes they have pillow fights... i don't mind that, as long as they don't mistake me for a pillow. although i am pretty comfy.
