littlemisscrankypants

Blogspot..

So I decided to bring back my blogspot. You’re right (whoever you are), I can’t write anything here. Reblogging is cool but it’s not really from you. Atleast in blogspot, if you write something about how your day went, it wouldn’t be weird and awkward. But I’ve also learned my lesson about writing and sharing stuff that’s not for the whole world to see. I overshare sometimes, that’s why I made my midnightcinderella.blogspot.com private. If you could only see what I’ve written there, you’d probably know me in a span of 5 min. So my new blogspot will just be an online blog not an online diary. Period.

I’ll have tumblr and blogspot for your reading purposes. Here’s a link of my blogspot.

http://littlemisscrankypants.blogspot.com

Seee ya there. <3

Girls vs Grown Women

SO are you a girl or a grown woman? 

Girls leave their schedule wide-open and wait for a guy to call and make plans. Grown women make their own plans and nicely tell the guy to get in where he fits in.

Girls want to control the man in their life. Grown women know that if he’s truly hers, he doesn’t need controlling.

Girls check a guy for not calling them. Grown women are too busy to realize he hasn’t.

Girls try to put a man ‘on lock’ by using sex. Grown women know that it’s the sex of the mental kind that makes a man want to ‘lock’ you down.

Girls fake-moan, lay there and take the stabbing. Grown women say, “Just stop”, get up, get dressed and walk it out.

Girls are afraid to be alone. Grown women revel in it— using it as a time for personal growth.

Girls ignore the good guys. Grown women ignore the bad guys.

Girls make you come. Grown women make you come home.

Girls worry about not being pretty and/or good enough for their man. Grown women know that they are pretty and/or good enough for any man.

Girls try to monopolize all their man’s time (i.e, don’t want him hanging with his friends). Grown women realize that a lil’ bit of space makes the ‘together time’ even more special — and goes to kick it with her own friends!

Girls think a guy crying is weak. Grown women offer their shoulder and a tissue.

Girls want to be spoiled and ‘tell’ their man so. Grown women ‘show’ him and make him comfortable enough to reciprocate w/o fear of losing his ‘manhood’.

Girls get hurt by one man and make all men pay for it. Grown women know that that was just one man.

Girls fall in love, chase aimlessly after the object of their affection, ignoring all ‘signs’. Grown women know that sometimes the one you love, don’t always love you back — and move on, without bitterness.