I Saw Their Brains

There is officially no time to study. So fuck that, on with my life.

You know what I really hate? OK maybe hate is too strong a word. People who look like shit and think that they are the bomb.

Examples include, tree trunk thighed girls who wear skinny jeans, girls who don't wear basic makeup ( i know natural beauty is the best and all that, but even Cindy Crawford doesn't wake up looking like Cindy Crawford) hoping that they would get away with it, guys who think that Gatsby turns them into Greek demi gods (pity they can't do shit about their faces), guys who dress like slobs, etc.

Far be it for me to suggest that I myself am a hottie. In fact, the size of my arms will forever bug me, if I eat two meals a day I bloat like Jabba the Hutt, and my skin condition is beyond repair. But I try my best to look good, cos no matter what you say, people are superficial and you'll always be judged by how you look. I don't support it at all, but that's the rule of the game of life. I'm just playing by them.

My main beef is with delusional people who assume that they've got it all, when in reality they should consider some serious eyebrow plucking and maybe a couple laps around the pool. These people should be rounded up and put into a grooming concentration camp where everyday they will have to do bench presses, style their hair and if necessary, pedicure themselves.

I've said this before and I'll say it again: If a woman adamantly refuses to dress nicely and put on makeup, she has no grounds to complain that she is ugly. The same thing goes for men, but to a lesser degree because in all fairness, there is much less variety for men in the style department.

Just save me the torture of having to see cellulite and greasy hair. Also, Schenelle would have a lot less photos to take.