No Room For a Schmoopie?
The more I work at the office and also on blogging stuff the more I realize that there isn’t room for this whole “guy” thing. Seriously. I barely sleep as it. (Although if a guy kept me up late “recreationally” I’m sure I could still drag my ass out of bed and in to work, but that ain’t looking like it’s going to be an issue).
And you know what? I bet now that I’m saying this—and meaning it—I’m going to meet a fantastic guy. That’s how it always goes, isn’t it? You meet someone great when you’re not looking? Well THIS IS NOT A TRICK. I’m done with douchebags, pushy jackasses (not that he was ever a contender, eww), guys who are attached and don’t want to admit it, and anyone who makes me impatient (ok, that eliminates all the nice guys doesn’t it? shit.)*
