i really hate encountering unfortunate-looking people with the esteem and confidence of a fucking supermodel. i don't like it.

you cannot look like fire marshall bill and act like you're matthew mcconaughey [ladies, i will not be at all surprised if your attention goes to somewhere other than his face].
it's not right. be fo reals yo.

i think it's great to view yourself in high-regard, but others may not see what you see. cause let's face it, physical appearance is important. that's the first thing you notice about someone. you can have all the personality in the world but it won't make up for you looking like a wookie with fetal alcohol syndrome.

i love to hear some of J's friends talk about how they can nail any hot chick on any given day with some lame pickup tactic with no problem whatsoever. oh, and when they talk about these standards they have for women. it's classic cause everyone knows all they're banging are butterfaces cause there's no way in hell they could nab anyone that meets all of their qualifications without there being no drugs and/or alcohol involved.

i've seen it on a few blogs too. men and women thinking they're these gorgeous sexual beasts and then you see a picture of them it's like, "who the fuck told you you were cute? whomever it was needs to stop lying. it's not funny."

so i wonder, do these less-fortunate looking people keep a paper [or plastic] bag handy and tell the person they wanna fuck they'll put it on to make the sexual encounter bearable for the other person? cause you know they're only gonna look ten times uglier when the sex faces come out. i think they do and they leave that part out when they're bragging about their latest sexual conquest.

yes, i'm that shallow.

i know i wouldn't be able to get away with half of the shit i do if i wasn't so damn pretty. it's just a fact. ugly people can't get out of a ticket just by crying. when's the last time you saw an ugly person get a free meal at a nice restaurant? no one ever makes the pretty bitch hold the purses on girls night out. it just doesn't' happen.

pretty people get privileges that ugly people only dream of.

i am so superficial.
oh wells.

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