Entering Barbietown

If you’re wondering why I have named the blog this way, its coz I look like one in this pic.no I don’t look like a Barbie in real life. not even close. but check out the eyelashes in the pic-yeah baby, they’re fake. And I don’t have blue irises. Mine are muddy brown and I hate them, but hey, this is my blog and I can look whatever I want to be, okay?

Now that I resemble a total bimbo, im gonna practice my skills on bimbospeak.let's talk about makeup.and bags. And furcoats.and jewellery.and arm candy. Which reminds me, it’s totally my dream to snag the dreamiest of men.




The YRF style hero, who will come on horseback on a paddy field, play the "tuntura"...skid on horse muck...stammer and say "c-c-c-c-candy...I love you". he should have a heavenly bawdy, dimples on his cheeks, money up his sleeves and make knees go weak







so does this mean I can have my happily ever after now? Hell! What do I know? *throws up hands skywards ,in mock imitation of black and white movie actors* does anyone even have a happy ever after? except in those grim Grimm books?






I bet you an ear and half a finger that 20 years later, when gravity isn’t so kind to you anymore, you start sagging in wrong places and start resembling mother goose






with flour in your hair; surrounded by a bunch of kids with runny noses and itchy butts trying to kill each other off; resembling a screaming advert for birth control,
the “happy ever after” turns “crappy ever after”.
which kind of leaves you thinking, boy, these men are shallow. and they keep cursing us half our lives... "Marriage and family, is that ALL you women can ever think of?"...or maybe "makeup and dresses, is that ALL you women can ever think of?"





which makes you think...yeah right, we forget to wax someday, and the next thing we know is you’re boinking the secretary who didn’t forget to do it.








And the perennial accusation "I wish these women would just stop crying"..."what is it, PMS again?"..."Geez,we just had the biggest of fights and she told me it was a DISCUSSION...and all this just coz I ate the pizza crust I dug out of the sofa I didn’t clean last month!"...





yeah right, sweetheart ,we all have excess of estrogens. Good for you, or you would have never graduated from living in caves.




And no ,we don’t marry you coz we worry our eggs are going to egg heaven every month and we need to get one to hatch, or our lives are gonna be incomplete. You try giving birth sometime and you will know what it is like.







And it’s not even close to letting out a huge long fart that refuses to come out ,that’s what you guys think its like, isn’t it?

Well its zillion times worse than that. Why would ANYONE want to do that?? Women are mental,right?
So you are left thinking, why did I even get hitched? What would have happened if I’d stayed the way I was, and dated all sorts of men and dumped them and kept it that way? Well at least you could have had fun. in the course of years, though , you do sag down,

and you earn quite a reputation for yourself in the "slut' department, but hey,better slut than stupid.







jeez,at least we don’t end up checking out the same loser on the other side of the bed every morning. Get over it ladies, men will never respect us, whatever we ever do.
so what if I don’t slut around and keep being miss goody two shoes and just keep "being friends" with all the men I meet? Well then, I guess, im supposed to have moral issues and supposedly a "stick up my arse"

or worse, I am a “you know what”.

I know I know...you think Im writing this blog coz I have "issues"?
Heartbreak? excess coffee? Bad hair day?
Pent up frustration? Whatever floats your boat.

Either way, I am the one who's wrong. *palms up* .im the woman, im supposed to be wrong, anyways, isnt it?
Either ways, we are much better than you men, ha!