Love and boobies

Here's what I don't understand: people who just don't get mad. Don't get me wrong, I'm honestly pretty laid back and don't rant nearly so much in real life as here. I don't think. Maybe I do. You should ask somebody else, alright??? Quit bothering me! Anyway my girlfriend is one of those people. She said I can't give her an asinine nickname on here though, which people apparently do on their blogs, so maybe I should try that, but that probably wouldn't work either, unless I called her something like Booty Call or Bigfoot or Goddamit, Can You Clean Something? or whatever, which would be inaccurate and totally inappropriate - though funny, which excuses inappropriateness to me almost 100% of the time. Anyway, back to my girl's temper or lack thereof; she/we are currently facing some homophobia in her family and she's sad and I am absolutely fucking astounded she isn't totally pissed. I'm pissed. Fuck that. What the fuck year is this? Too bad this is her family because otherwise, I'd be totally doing some ass kicking right now for even trying to talk to her this way. So there. Or at least getting ready to sue somebody - I mean what is a law degree but a big ass bat turned into an expensive pen?

Besides, just because I got boobies and their dream partner would have a hairy ass doesn't mean she didn't get the better end of the deal. Would it really be better if she were with some smelly, hairy, beer slugging high school dropout who scratches his ass and leaves his socks on the floor? I mean, I graduated from college and shave. And besides, I'm nice to her and totally cute. I bet if she were with Motorcycle Mike the magic mess maker she'd develop a temper, though. But she'll just have to learn to get pissed off on her own, man, these boobies are stickin' around. 'Cause that's love, baby, tempers, dirty socks and all.