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Monday, February 09, 2009Y

Stupid Sissy! I HATE SISSIES!

I got onto the bus today behind this girl. Then this guy, who is dressed super gay-ly and spoke with a fake american accent, behind me said 'excuse me', apparently, to me. But I had no idea he was talking to me given that there are no eyes behind my back and how on earth was I suppose to know he and the girl before me were related? So I didn't answer him and what the hell did he do? He blowed my hair with his mouth! SHIT. That's manners for you. So I finally realise he was asking me to move so he could stand next to the girl. So fine, whatever, I let him in first.

Then there was another girl behind me, who is apparently, also related to that shit sissy. So I was walking to the back of the bus when the sissy turned around and realise that the girl was not behind him, and instead, to his dismay, was 'fresh-smelling hair' me. So he yelled to the girl,' come over here Sarah, just bang her (me).' Excuse me? Am I a pole?! I'll bang his head on a pole! He needs one badly. But, I'm patient, so I let the girl in too.

After a few stops, there was a seat right in front of me. The sissy took it and so one of the girls told him, 'you dare to sit there? Aren't you afraid you'll make her angry again?' SEee...even they know he is rude. And there he goes, acting all chummy with me, 'aww...did I make her mad?' Then he looks at me. And I lost it. I don't care if the bus were filled with people sleeping or that some of them were kay-poing about my situation. I told him, 'no, how could I be angry? It's love the assholes day.' And then I rolled my eyes and quickly got off the bus once I reached my stop.

Why are there such creeps?