Diaryofawitch

Have I become too misandrist to date men? Something has been brewing in me for a while now. Like a tea bag left for too long, I have started to turn everything around me dark and bitter. Tainting everything I see with this darkness, but am I wrong? Or just astute. Men have been hating women while simultaneously dating them for millennia so what's stopping me?  I am going to head back out into the dating scene after a long hiatus of one month and will report back on the following;  If it’s still as dire out there Whether you can be both a man hater and not be hated by men? (Not for me it seems) If men are still annoying

  Gaslight or Gatekeep? Soo what the fuck is the deal with my new office job, why can’t I escape this weird lanky man? Picture the creepiest man you could think of, tall - think taller, greasy - he’s greasier, crazy eyes? His are the craziest, this man is straight up from a murder mystery book I would write. If I met him in an alleyway I would scream. And I think you would too. I know you’re thinking that I am being cruel, that’s because I am. And who is this mystery hunk I hear you asking? Well, he’s my old flatmate, emphasis on the OLD. I only had the pleasure of sharing an apartment and most poignantly a wall with this bachelor for two months, but alas they were memorable.  The first red flag should have been that he was a MAN and that he was living in a flat share in his fifties, but alas. I was at the time desperate and trying to turn a blind eye. It’s a shame I couldn't turn a blind nose as well.  Crimes he is wanted for in list of seriousness; Stealing my soya milk...

Feckless Farter  I am currently holding on for dear life to a fart that is ever creeping closer to escaping, it's like a teenager hoping to sneak out unnoticed through the back door, it slowly edges its way towards the exit, wishing to waft its way into the night. For a moment it could be free in the air, go undetected before its true nature is revealed, the sodden, vile, rotten stench in all its glory, LOL. I am a farter, I have always been one. It is something I was once ashamed to be, but I must say I now take pride in my creations. I never thought of myself as a creative person. But I turned out to be wrong. I have and most likely always will be creating Foullll capitol F Farts. And that ladies is something to be proud of, to create is to be alive and I am always creating.