BLONDES DO HAVE MORE FUN
"What the hell is it about blondes?" I seethed as I slammed the car door. I had just been dumped. Now, I will admit I'm not the hottest girl in town. I have mousey brown hair and I wear glasses, but I'm not fat, I'm athletic, no warts on my chin or anything, I'm smart and I'd like to think I'm interesting. Ok, so I was whining, I'm allowed, I'd been dumped for a fat, scraggly, blonde with braces on her teeth. ArghBy the time I'd climbed the two flights of stairs to the apartment I shared with...