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I think the trick to writing is to write like nobody will ever read what you wrote, but to not be specific enough to make anyone angry, just in case they do. And of course there is grammar.

I think I'm hateful of the female person, that is to say I'm hateful of the pretty ones. And by the pretty ones I don't mean the girls that make the room light up with their presence, or the girls that have strong character and just are who they are. I mean the ones that have the shape and agenda of a barracuda, who put on makeup and stiletto's like a point man gearing up for a tactical assault, who bat their eyes like a machine gun with laser sights. You know the one who all the guys look at and drool over, but none of them date, or (god forbid) marry. The ones who tragically, and I hate to say it, ARE beautiful, but by some cosmic retardation think they had something to do with it. Please do not misunderstand, I have nothing against dressing up and looking your best. The deciphering factor is the attitude. Do you treat other people, who are not as physically fit, as though being uglier than you is some sort of character flaw? And do you expect favors and extra benefits for "working so hard" to look like you do? If you answered yes to these questions, than you, my blood-toothed huntress, have a problem worse than my punctuation.

But We.. (and I say "we" in the vain sense that somebody out there in this god-forsaken corner of cyberspace has had the misfortune of clicking the wrong link and read this far)...We are not talking about "your" problem we are talking about mine. and My problem is that I hate you. Yes I said it, I hate you. I hate you like a vegetarian hates poachers and big juicy steaks. But the first step to recovery is admitting that there is a problem. I hope that blogging becomes therapeutic, and with any luck my spelling and punctuation will improve.