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Hey, it's, like, midnight right now. Well, past midnight actually, and I feel a little off right now. I mean, like, REALLY off. In fact, I feel like bashing the male race as of now.

Well, the first epiphany I've got is that all men are pigs, no matter what. I mean, even married men are pigs. They aren't SUPPOSED to be pigs, but they are. And there's nothing we can do about it, except for locking them into a padded room in a straitjacket while eating beef jerky in front of them outside their prison's window. Short of that, we'll never EVER be able to tame them.

Second epiphany: I don't think I'll EVER find a guy who doesn't have some sort of major flaw that deals with other women. Seriously, think about it! They're all pervs!

Third epiphany: They are extremely egotistical. I don't know why, and I don't think I'll figure out how to fix this problem, but they are. And if they AREN'T egotistical, they're pushovers. End of story.

Fourth epiphany: They don't seem to be able to use the good sense that some deity of one form or another has given them. If someone says that this is cool and makes them feel manly, then they'll do it. I mean, who skateboards off of a two-story drop to see if he'll make it in one shot? And after he nearly breaks his neck, DOES IT AGAIN?!

Fifth Epiphany: Well, maybe not ALL guys are like that...

Sixth Epiphany: I'd say that a guy can't be trusted until he reaches ages twenty-five to twenty-eight, and even then it's pretty debatable. Before that, he's going to have some sort of ugly feature to himself, i.e.: annoying, can't seem to keep his mouth shut, loves himself, clingy, obnoxious, all that stuff.

Seventh Epiphany: GIRLS CAN BE LIKE THAT TOO! Excepty they're sneakier about it. They hide it well...behind the false smiles, the petty little chides... b****es, all of us are...

Eighth Epiphany: Guys have this tendency to not speak about anything that bothers them, and think that we women and/or girls have to know EXACTLY what is wrong, though they don't say anything. Which honestly doesn't make sense. We aren't telepathic...okay, maybe with each other, but that doesn't count. And when they do get angry, they either have to A)wreck something, B)do something wreckless, C)blame themselves, or D) blame others. Most of the time, it's choices A or B, though I have seen D. Choice C, however, is something I haven't been seen yet...

Ninth Epiphany: I am NEVER going to find love...

Tenth Epiphany: I can't be held accountable for what I'm saying here. Again, it's midnight. My mom and dad had a get together that ended up badly during the middle of it with a mini shouting match about whether to watch this (in my opinion) skanky video while kids were there. Not to mention, I didn't get to sleep. And my godsister fell off of my bed. And smothered me with stuffed animals. Not as pleasant as it sounds. And my actual sister led the whole entourage of stuffing my face with toys. Yippee. So, yeah, I think I'm done now. But I'll be back. I'll beee baaaack.... *falls asleep in chair*