I feel all angsty tonight. I also can't stop giggling. This is a strange combination. I am angsty because girls do not like me, but they like French Class Girl. I am giggly because... I don't even know.
That brings me to my first point. Girls do not like me. Sometimes they like my shoes, makeup, and/or jewelry, but they never fawn over me, call me pet names, or post extremely suggestive things on my facebook wall like they do to FCG, who is seriously not that attractive or charming. (Maybe they think her stupidity is cute?) I almost fear that she will one day steal all the women in the world, and I will be left alone. Right as I started typing this, yet another girl posted on FCG's facebook wall. She misses her sooooo much. Gag me. How does someone who lives in a closet... No, not a closet. Not even a glass one. She's in a freaking MIME BOX. No heterosexual female wants to be touched by girls 24-freaking-7 and outright obsesses over people's mothers. Anyway, how did someone who lives in a mime box get to be so damn popular with the ladies?
More realistically, I fear that they simply do not make my type of girl in the gay flavor. I feel this way because every girl I've ever crushed on (and all the ones I don't technically crush on but would totally consider asking out if they were gay/bi) was straight. None were even bi. Well, one once said she might be, but it wasn't a definite answer.
Hmm, well, tons of supposedly straight girls (some of whom are hot) really, really dig FCG, and as funny-looking as she is, she is still quite visibly a human female, so it's not like they could possibly be oblivious to that fact or anything. I wonder what her secret is. Am I missing something here? Is there one huge, collective mime box covering my town and the surrounding areas? Oooh, no, maybe she has magical freakazoid powers! Yes, she uses her magical freakazoid powers to generate more lesbians, but sadly, they are only gay for her. We're sort of friends sometimes... Maybe she'd let me borrow her superpowers on my birthday! YES!
Okay, now I'm not giggling at everything anymore. I'm just tired. It's 2 A.M. I love long weekends. Goodnight.