The Republican Platform

I say we start glitter bombing republicans in droves. Glitter bomb yo ass until you leave my vagina OUT YOUR MOUTH and OFF YOUR PLATFORM! Glitter bomb yo ass until you STOP butting into who other people love and worry about SATISFYING your own wife-- bc i promise you-- she goes through batteries quicker than you go through your secret gay lovers. #justsayin

 For those that dont know, the republicans had a panel discussion on women's bodies (Im still confused as to WHY this is even an issue) and they had NOT ONE WOMAN SPEAK! It was all men! Um excuse me SIR, get your platform OUT of my vagina. It doesnt like you. Then when they bring in ONE woman, they DONT want to allow it to be broadcast over TV like their discussion was!

My guess is that they were denied good pussy and therefore have a HUGE vendetta against them. They are all closeted gays anyway-- so this KIND of makes sense, except that gays no better than to go there.  They appreciate your breasts and keep it pushin.

Our country is making less and less sense these days.  Politics is becoming more and more scary and irrational.  Issues such as gay marriage and women's bodies are suddently coming before things like THE FACT THAT CHINA OWNS US, the fact that we are KILLING THE PLANET (I blame the baby boomers for that shit), NOBODY has a job, and Social Security will be GONE by the time that this generation gets there. 

 We need to wake up.  We are headed for disaster.  

OBAMA 2012-- Hes a sexy black ninja President who ends wars, gets the bad guy-- THE FIRST TIME-- and looks DAMN good while doing it-- not to mention is helping the poor and trying to get this country on its feet by providing jobs, and giving us healthcare that the REST of the world already participates in.

Welcome to We Three Corners

WELCOME TO HELL!

Whoops-- meant welcome to our blog.  The blog about nothing in particular and everything under the sun. Like the state of tingly confusion you are currently in? Might pee your pants just a little?  Then stay tuned.

Im B. I live in Los Angeles, and cant wait to get my resume to a place where I dont have to.  LA men are the worst-- THE WORST.  But what I am realizing is that chilvary is not only dead, but Satan is torturing it as we speak.  Clearly, I am single. Not sure if I am up to mingling though-- its pretty whack out there for an independent, highly educated, focused woman. 

Men LOVE to play games, and quite simply put-- Im just no good at them.  I have fantastic communications skills and as a developed species I am confused at why men cant simply communicate like humans instead of acting like apes and gesturing wildly one moment, throwing their poop at you the next, then cuddling up to you in the final.

Its called a mind-fuck and its unnecessary and just plain mean. And frankly, you can take your games, and shove them because I dont believe in playing games when it comes to relationships-- got enough of that from my family, and I wont be voluntarily bringing the drama into my life. Im funny enough.

Anyway-- my 2012 goals are to get fit, get a new job, and furnish my new apartment.  I have nothing in that place that was my own until my recent housewarming party.  I need to nest the shit outta that place and its about to be AMAZING.  Now if only I could have greater capital-- then I would be SET!

Enjoy the rantings the ravings, the hilarious stories and the perspective of young professional women just-- le sigh-- trying to get by...