7-Mar-2006

I have debated posting about this, because it's really weird and creepy.  However, I have decided yes, the time is now, because it's also kind of funny.  As some of you know, we at 1635 had a party a couple of weekends ago.  If you were invited and didn't make it, please consider us no longer friends.  If you weren't invited, it's because I don't like you and we never were friends.  Moving on, we had a party.  People were tipsy, people were happy, people were falling all over each other with sloppy kisses.  Except for me, of course, being off the market and all.  I contented myself with shots of Knob Creek over the kitchen sink with the Tennis Pro.  BUT THEN, a boy who shall remain fake-nameless, since I have, in fact, mentioned him on this blog in passing (suffice it to say I know him through work and have only met him twice) showed up.  It was 1 AM, I hope to God he was drunk, and at first I thought nothing of him asking for a tour of the apartment.  When we got to my room and he SHUT THE DOOR, however, my red alert button started to go off.  First of all, he'd only been there five minutes, and already he's being pretty fucking forward.  THEN, he lies down on my bed, shoes and all, and asks, "Can we have a sleepover?"  Hahahahahaha!  Yeah, right, you lazy fucking horndog.  There's nothing worse than a guy who is so desperate to get laid and yet so unwilling to put forth any effort.  And how dare him get anywhere near my bed!  I'm not one for letting people sleep in the same room as me, so if you've ever been allowed in my bed, you are one lucky fucker, let me tell you.  And if you're the boy in question, treating me like I'm a naive college slut and have no idea what you're trying to pull, drive home, put in a porn, and GO FUCK YOURSELF! 

There.  I feel better.  Although I'm not sure if he does, after I kicked him to the curb.  Oh, well.  Like I care...