Staying In Mayberry

I looked at a couple of apartments in Mayberry yesterday. One of them was small and had hideous patterned carpet. The other was FANTASTIC! I totally loved it. I was actually planning on moving into GR instead of staying in Mayberry, but @ $500 a month, plus gas and electric, I can't pass this place up!

It's an upstairs apartment w/a washer and dryer hidden in a closet in the formal entry downstairs. It's a one bedroom apartment with a large kitchen. And there's a spiral staircase in the living room leading up to the bedroom. Very cool. There's tons of closets and storage space. I'm sooo excited. The guy basically said it's mine. The girl who is in there now will be out by the end of next week.

Yay! I can't wait to move in there.

No-Win Situation

I think Tom is tryin' to blow me off, yo. And I am so not cool w/that.

I sent him the e-mail for that party a couple of days ago and he hasn't bothered to respond, either by IM or e-mail. Seriously, dude, have the courtesy/balls/decency to just say no. Don't blow me off, cuz that'll just irritate me.

(Though, to be frank, being told NO irritates me too. So it's really a no-win situation if I don't get my way. I'm irritated either way, right?)

Blah.

Have I mentioned lately that I hate men?
Just checkin'.

I Wanna Go!

Thomas and falcon are havin' a pajama play party at the end of the month.
I totally wanna go, but I know Tom is gonna bitch about havin' to drive to Holland again. I'm trying to bribe him w/sex. Heh! Life would be so much easier if he would just do it cuz I said so, but I suspect it ain't gonna happen that way.

I forwarded him the post for the party and told him I'll spring for a room at the B&B so we can mess around.

Is it bad if I attempt to use sex to get what I want?

Oh.

I decided to openly admit today that I hate men. Just because.
Yes, ladies and germs, I am a Misandrist. Most days I feel men are stupid and worthless.

I'm debating whether or not I should be embracing this feeling or... not.
I suspect if I don't get over it I'll end up sad and lonely, collecting cats. Or eating snatch. Which has about as much appeal to me as collecting cats. (And anyone who knows me knows that I am NOT a pet person.) (Sorry ladies, I love tits and ass and soft full lips... just not too interested in face diving.)

It's not that I'm bitter towards men. I'm just not... interested? Impressed? Intrigued?

Sure, men are good for a few things. Like putting things together, mowing lawns and taking out the trash. And for sex, of course. But I have a hard time respecting (most) men. I think of them as pets. (And honestly, when your main use can be replaced by a couple of AA batteries your worth has gone down a couple of notches. Sorry. The silver bullet gets me off everytime and it doesn't bore me senseless by talking about sports, politics or cars.)

To complicate matters more I find gay guys more appealing than straight guys. I think it's cuz queer men don't want or expect anything from me. I find that hot. "You don't want me to suck you off? FANTASTIC! Let's hang out!"