Dear Die-ary...

*laughs at a feminist*

Feminists are idiots. They are. In fact, all women asking for 'equality' are idiots. You know the ones I'm talking about: The ones who think that women tennis-players should earn the same amount as the men tennis-players, even though the men do twice as many games.

I hate feminists.

I mean I always have, but what really annoyed me most was in English, we were given a bunch of texts to do with the film 'Psycho' (Hitchcock), for an editorial writing task. And one of the texts was about a feminist getting all her troubles off her saggy, bra-less chest, because she had watched Psycho, and did not like how women were presented. And the silly bitch said the remake was better, because the female characters were stronger and less timid than the ones in Hitchcock's original. She also said, in all her feminist wisdom, that Janet Leigh, as Marion, was being watched by all the men, oh! the leering eyes of the policeman (well, DUH, she was acting all suspicious!), Norman Bates (he's a sexually suppressed mommy's-boy, what do you expect?), and the customer-guy at the beginning (...OK he was flirting, and they made that clear in the film). But what was really stupid is that also the BIRDS in the Bates motel's parlour were watching her, leering at her, with sexual intent... WTF. Stuffed birds ogling a woman??? The thing is, she's supposed to feel watched. I mean, she stole forty thousand fuckin' dollars and was on the run!!

Dumb bitch. Feminists are idiots.

Also, I know someone (ahem not saying any names) who is part-way to becoming a feminist [I mean she shows all the traits of being a feminist but has not yet openly admitted that all men are pigs], and she says that she does not like old people because they have no reason for being there. Ooooookay, not the kind of thing to say to someone who is the carer for her 88-year-old, veteran, inventor Grandfather.

But anyway I'm digressing.

I find it hard for women to gain equality, if, for example, they're on TV posing for adverts in such a slutty way. You know what I mean. #Buy this fabric softener!!# "oooooooooooooh it's soooo soft" *semi-naked pose* *kisses random guy who just walked in at that moment*

But what about the men? I think they should have equality. On TV, it's funny if a man gets hurt. But if anyone taps a women on the hand, she's being abused and the feminists sue the company's ass. If it has one. There's an advert on TV right now, for a computer magazine (I think it's from Which? mag), where the man is shown to be a dumbass because his laptop keeps making error noises, wife outsmarts him, - later - husband comes over to wife at laptop and tries to use it, and she slaps him quite roughly on the hand. But that's OK, that's funny, because the man is a dumbass and got hurt.

Men are people too!! I say, there should be more wife-beatings on TV, just to level the score with the men. The men have to be put up with their wives and girlfriends slapping, hitting, or showing them up on TV, so why should the women get away with it? That's discrimination against men!!

The only time to see a woman get hurt is on the rare occasions 'You've been Framed!' puts one up. But that show is pretty dire anyway.

And so now, a picture for all those feminists out there:

BTW: I was late coming into skool today. If we are late, we must sign the 'late list', and in the late list we have to give a reason for being late. I realised I didn't actually have a reason, so put down, "Busy saving the world."

Next time I think I'll put "Busy destroying the world" or "Defeating the Joker" or "Tardis brought me 15 minutes later than programmed" or something.

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 10:22 PM -----  5 people have lost their sanity

• Impressive... but mine's better
  
• O really Id like to see that
  
• Maybe when you get a pair
  
• Oooh that was mean so u got the pic wat did u think
  
• Thanks for sharing it, I think you should go to the doctor's to have that growth checked out

[...]

• u ok babe
  
• Yeah, just spending a night in, sewing name-tags on my bulk-buy pack of condoms.

Something tells me Mud Guy's soon to give up. Shame, really, it was getting quite fun.

But yeah back to reality, the day out was fun. The best part was when we all went to Chris' place and played PokéMon monopoly.

YAY

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 7:39 PM -----  1 people have lost their sanity

OK, settle down children, and I will now tell you a tale.

A very worrying tale.

It all started a few days ago. I was in the library, when I received a text message asking who I was. Confused and worried that my identity had apparently been lost, I replied that it was a 'good question' and demanded to know who the hell this person is. In the end, he (for it was a 'he') told me who he is, but for this story he will remain anonymous and will hereby be called 'Mud Guy' for reasons that will be explained as this story progresses.

Mud Guy and I were texting each other like mad. Him being someone I have never known in my entire life, he struck me as being desperate, for he asked me things like was I single, what I look like, my interests, and if I was a virgin. Obviously I was like, 'What the hell', especially at that last one about being a virgin >.<>

Anyway, his texts became more and more intimate throughout the hour. This shows you how desperate he is. But I continued with texting him, because his pervy texts really amused me, in that strange sadistic way.

I must inform you, dear reader, that on the internet, I am a pervert-magnet. I have had too many guys asking to cyber, too many disturbing pictures, and only a few of the previous said have declared their undying love for me. I'm really quite touched [but not in that way] that so many losers over the internet have chosen me to be their cyber partner. I always find a way to let them down, of course. It's really quite a fun game.

What worries me most is how they got my contact details...

Anyway. Then there was a hiatus. I received virtually nothing the next day, only "hi babe wat u up 2" every 10 goddamn minutes or so. What, he must have one of those 'drinking birds' next to his phone... bird goes down, *SEND*, bird goes back up... aaaaaand repeat.

Now onto his nickname, Mud Guy.

Just today, he asked what I was up to (that fucking drinking bird...!!). Wednesday suggested as a reply, "I'm up to my neck in mud", so I sent that. So Mud Guy said, "why babe wats happened x I wish I cud be with u x". I found the only logical answer to be, "What, you want to be in the mud with me?" BAD mistake... "Ye babe i would love to be in the mud with you" "in what way, exactly?" "Well well well we would both be fully naked babe doin what ever you want"

I'm too... disturbed to reply, but if I was naked in the mud with him, I'd probably want to slap him, kick him in the nuts, tear off his ear (I don't know why), steal his wallet, and run away [and as MoMo says, hide in a cave and call myself Golem]!

And that is why he is called Mud Guy.

Some part of me wishes this is one big prank by a girl in our skool.

But the rest of me wants to toy with his libido for a little while longer.

# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 10:28 PM -----  1 people have lost their sanity