So, the bf has a blog. He didn't tell me. I kind of found out because one of his friends asked. I laughed, because a few months ago he declared that blogs were "gay", twittering is also "gay" and it is narcissistic and self-absorbed, which I admit. I digress.
Anyway, finally got the web address from his gchat away message today. I quickly copy and paste the address into the web address space. Surprise, surprise...it's a Yankees blog. I am immediately relieved. This means that a) he would never write about me, b) that he really does believe personal blogs are gay, thus sticking to his original statement, and c) it's about sports, something sports-related people read (ahem, penis carriers).
I hit enter. Two little Yankee hats come up on the header. One is pink, one is blue. My calm sea of emotions bursts into flames when I see the description...
IT'S A "HE SAID, SHE SAID" YANKEES BLOG. WHORES. BLOODY WHORES. ISN'T THAT FUCKING ADORABLE? The worst part of this whole thing, is that I can't say anything to him. Yeah, so he has a Yankees blog and it's a co-blog with another girl. Yeah, I have no desire to write about the Yankees, I don't even want to watch them more than twice a week. So, why should I complain or whine or even be upset?
I guess it's just general neglect. A neglect of sharing of information. A neglect of communication. Isn't that something I should know? Why didn't he ever mention it? Hmmm...
Beau is friends with many girls. This is something that I have no problems with. I don't feel threatened by any girls that he is friends with, but there are moments when I want to bash some whorebag's head in when his phone beeps during a sports event on television, and it's a girl, and she's texting about the game. Really? You're really that into the game? YEAH, sure you are.
I don't care how much you love some sports team. I don't care if your father owns the sports team. There is NO WAY that you do not have an underlying intention in that text message. Sorry, but it's true. I can smell a whore from 3,000 miles away via text message.
Sports skanks.
That's all for today. Here's the link to the blog: http://pinkandblueyankees.blogspot.com/
UPDATE: They wrote about haircuts today. Thank you for proving my point that girls don't know shit about sports and they're still, to the core, whores.
(Please note: I use the word whore very loosely. Do not be offended. It's more of an endearing term.)
