Things A Girl Just Don't Understand

I am a college educated woman. Furthermore, I am almost completed with my Masters Degree. However, there are some things I just don't understand.

For example, I don't understand why people think it's acceptable to wear pajamas in public. Pajamas are made for the bedroom not Wal-Mart.

I also don't understand why they put the hill in the loaf of bread. Who eats that crap?

I don't understand why a round pizza comes in a square box.

I don't understand rap music, or why I have to press one for English.

I also don't understand who someone can change their feelings so quickly. I don't get how you can go from "Hey I like you", to "I feel awkward" in less than an hour. I don't understand why I'm not worth a little effort.

Oh well, maybe it's a blessing in disguise.

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