The good thing about having a doorman: they see who's coming and going and they watch out for you. A couple of weeks ago my doorman called me cuz he saw me leave on Friday night for a friends party but didn't see me the rest of the weekend. He thought I was dead. So he called me Monday morning to check on me. That's nice. The bad thing about having a doorman: they see and know everything! And they see when you come in, when you go out, who your visitors are, and when you come in at 10am in the same clothes from the night before. Whoops!
I don't know how(or why) guys put up with some chicks. There's a shit ton of bitches who annoy ME so I can't imagine having to take them out on dates and waking up next to them. Oh, yeah--I know why they put up with them: They have a vagina. Well, their pikachu better be made of gold and able to cook you breakfast in order to put up with some of them. It always perplexes me when I see girls who make their guy hold their purse, or when they make them watch Sex and the City 2, or overhear conversations between couples and realize that she not only wears the pants but carries the whip and chain as well. And I never understand why the guy is still there. I think they like being told what to do and when to do it. They want their mothers. Well, I am no ones mother--except for those being which will be coming OUT of my pikachu.
Ever sit next to a group of people and over hear their conversation and then wonder if you and your group sound as idiotic when you're out in public? It occurs to me sometimes. And sometimes, I think we must appall other people with the things we say. Cuz if you met me, you're familiar with the things that come out of my mouth...
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