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The Highly Offensive Relationship Blog (You Were Warned)!!!

It never fails…I always end up single at the same time every year.  Once again, I’m left to ponder the state that I’m in and the past relationships I’ve had, and question what the hell is going on!  So without further adieu, here comes my annual relationship blog. (drum rolling)

Ohhhh, where to start…this last year was quite a year for me boywise.  I started off with a Toy, whom I still adore even though he’s a little shit.  I added a Bitch to the mix, which worked out perfectly because he lived in another state therefore he was never an issue.  Next came the Blast from the Past, which I don’t usually go back to the same guy twice (a good rule, I should stick with it more often).  From these men, I’ve learned some valuable rules that I am henceforth sticking to:

1.  Don’t keep going back to the same person!!!!

There’s a reason why it didn’t work.  Burn me once, shame on you.  Burn me twice, shame on me for being a effing doormat.  If you don’t love someone the first time around, odds are you won’t the second time.

2.  Toys will always be toys.

Toys are for fun, and are never meant to be taken seriously.  When Toys get serious ( and it doesn’t necessarily mean with you), they are broken and therefore of no further use.  Toss ‘em and get a new one.

3.  PussyBoy go splat.

I’m a big enough bitch for the both of us.  I cannot be with a man who’s bitchier than I am.  It’s not an attractive quality, and definitely not conducive to sexy time.  If I wanted a pussy, I’d be a lesbian.

I’m sure this year will definitely add to the rules, but that is what I’ve learned thus far.  For the record, I have no one to blame but myself.  I knew they were all bad ideas, but I did it anyways.  Well, I’m contemplating a date with a pilot, so we’ll see how many new rules I get from him.  Pilots are generally scum, and I’m betting that he’s no different but I do loooove a man in uniform.  Yep, I’m good at making rules, but I’m crap at following them.

In the end, I want what most people want.  I just wanna’  love someone and have them love me back.  It doesn’t seem like such a huge request, but it’s harder to find love than it is to find a job.  And I’ve begun to realize that maybe I’m just not that lovable, I’m sure they are a few people that can attest to that.

So I just trudge along, hoping that I’ll meet a nice dude who can love me despite all my bullsh*t.

Til next year,

the Surviving, Unsinkable, Cynical, Incorrigible LD

PS.  If you haven’t read my previous Relationship Hierarchy blog, I suggest you read it.  It’s bloody brilliant if I do say so myself, and I really think I’m on to something.

Define Immaturity!!

Immaturity is a 41 year old man shoving you in the closet when his father comes over, because he doesn’t want to answer any questions about you.

Immaturity is a 36 year old man wanting to just be friends but he freaks out when you treat him like one of your friends.

Friendship is 30ish girls saying to the douchebags in their lives, “Okay, you don’t want to be with me anymore.  We can be friends.”, and actually mean it.  We tease everybody about everything.  If you don’t like it, then GROW UP.

Maturity is the ability to have a disagreement without having hysterics and hanging up.

Maturity is the ability to deal with things and not bolt even if you don’t like them or its uncomfortable.

When did these men turn into overgrown babies?  And we care not if they get upset or if their tender little feelings are hurt.

And how interesting that the most mature men that I’ve met have been in their early to mid 20s.  Guess the new batch of guys are built better than the old ones.

That’s my little nugget of wisdom today.  Hope you enjoyed it, I sure did.

The Amused Entertained and Far More Superior Little Duchess

A Blogger’s Mission Statement

Okay, for those who know me know that I’m impulsive, irrational, tempestuous to say the least.  A way for me to combat my insanity is to pour all of it into my blogs, thats why the title of my blog page is Insane Ravings of A Lunatic Mind. I forgot that maybe some of you would actually read them and question my well being.  He he he.  This is my blogging mission statement:

I blog to vent or praise and nothing more. 

I get out all of my harshest and insane feelings and thoughts in my blog so I don’t take them out on everyone in my real life. 

Read my blogs as they were meant to be which is tongue-in-cheek.  After all, what the hell do I know?  I’m more screwed up than most people I know.

Honestly, writing just makes me feel better, and sometimes it lets my friends know that I feel their pain too.

I blog; therefore, I am.

That is all.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Feel free to comment, disagree,  praise, I love it all.  ‘Til tomorrow, when I’ll be blogging about those wenches that keep jerking me around.

Men Are WORTHLESS…

Men are liars.  This is what I had to explain to my friend today.  They cannot help themselves, they’re just pathological.  I haven’t dated a man yet who has not lied to me.  Whether they’re whoppers or just little white lies, they tend to spew forth from their mouths constantly.  My friend’s boyfriend had told her so much bulls#*t that she finally hauled off and slapped him last weekend at the bar for something totally innocent and random.  She said his mouth kept moving but she couldn’t hear the words coming out of them, and before she knew it she slapped the hell out of him in front of everyone.  This is what happens when you lie to us, you get pimp slapped in front of everyone.  Here are the rules and pay attention so this doesn’t happen to you:

1.  Do not bulls#*t us, we know when you’re lying.  We’ve been with you long enough to know your tells, and know the signs from previous relationships.

2.  Do not hook up with other girls, and expect us to be faithful.  Guess what, you opened that door, so don’t be surprised that we’re riding your friend in his SUV in the parking lot of the bar.

3.  Do not tell us you love us.  You don’t.  You love yourself.

4.  Do NOT mention the “m” word, unless you are on bended knee with a huge a$$ diamond in your hand.  Even then, good luck.

5.  Do not always take your cell phone with you when you leave the room!  You moron, quit being a freaking amateur.  That’s first thing that sets off alarms!

Enough said.

Little Duchess Isn’t Taking It Anymore.