drunken verbal vomitting

as quickly as i was infatuated w/the houseboy, i'm over him. how hard can it be to find a hard dick that i need to put up with some dick's bullshit? that is my thought for this night.

plus, to deal with the drama over here i decided to drink myself silly. four or five beers down on an empty stomach makes my inner bitch come out. ok, who am i kidding- i'm always a bitch.

anyways...i'm so over the houseboy. one more boring guy to add to my collection. yawn. what can he offer besides a dick? not much. and i'm not even that tempted to find out about the dick. he's a man-whore. been there, done that.

why is it that the most mediocre men always make the loudest claims of being "different" or "not like all the other guys"? why? i don't have a fucking clue, dude. all i know is that i seriously hate everyone right now. i hate houseboy, i hate my mom, i hate men, i hate the fucking world. i think i told the houseboy to "go the fuck home, i have zero interest in you" or something equally bitchy.

too many beers, i think. wowza. sorry, houseboy. i'll be nice next time. promise.