i (kinda) quit

basically every day, actually, multiple times a day, i read jezebel and decide to quit blogging. then i realize blogging is totally selfish. i really dont care what other people think, i doubt you find any of this funny or anything more than a waste of your 14 minutes and 23 seconds (yes, that's the average amount of time you jokers spend on this site -- HOW?!). i basically do it cause i can lie to myself and say it's actual "work" that i'm "expanding my craft".

so today is one of those days with this jezebel post:

We once had a boyfriend who was homeless and unemployed. (We know, we know.) When this boyfriend stayed with us, we'd come home to find the bed made, the dry-cleaning picked up and roses on the nightstand. Of course, he was dumb as a stump and we always had to pay for everything, so it didn't last.

ummm i dated this boy. this EXACT boy. i'm not sure which j-bel this is, but one of us got the other's sloppy seconds. i'd like to have a conversation to discover who dated him for less time, the ultimate winner. but this article brings up a good point about the "ever-changing role of the woman in the home" (gag, that phrase might be more over-used than "hot") -- we're supposed to be all hardworking and such that we need a man to be the "wife"??

eff that, dude. i'd rather have a shitshow of a house with kids running around all naked and dirty than have a pussy of a husband.

that said, there's gotta be a happy medium between a man-wife and living at britney spears' house, right?