I've held it in for long enough. However, long enough was time enough to get enough of a clear head to write out of love rather than anger (I might throw enough of that in just for kicks though).
Men. Old Men. Old Dirty Men. The men I work with. Perverts the whole lot.
Today the lot of them sat around a computer, on the job . during break, on the I-net, looking at skanky women at a bike show.
It made me sick.
These are all 40 yr old men; some older. I think all of them are married and have children. Usually their comments surround the young college girls, who are old enough to be their daughters, and involve de-panting motions and hip thrusts.
2 comments have made we want to hurl . . .
One: I noticed she had a little pouch so she must have had kids at some point. (It is sick how closely they look and critique)
Two: Censored for the sake of Children.
It makes me mad. It upsets me (broken families and lying/cheating husbands/fathers).
Today, I wanted to say something as I sat in the break-room, but I left.
Luv,
Clay
PS . The cute mushroom is my favorite childhood toy. Come to think of it I never named him.
Bugger, I'm out of blackberry jam.
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I guess you will get have to come home and get some :) Daddy has picked enough blackberries for me to make my first batch of jelly or will it be a cobbler? hmmm...yummy either way...
that was my favorite post. Just b/c your mom signed... not but really, it's neat that you don't join in or kill them... *sigh* this world
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