I’m a Mess

What can I say, my life is a mess.

First of all, I had a date last night. Guy turned out to be really nice, funny, and a good conversationalist. Plus he was exciting – from Brazil originally and living in San Fransisco most of his life. He had a nice car, a good job, lots of cash, and he bought me 7 drinks. Everything was going great. Then he turned out to be like every other guy and practically raped me. Apparently it is perfectly okay to shove your cock down my throat so long as you don’t have sex with me, despite the fact that I made it perfectly clear that I wasn’t interested. Honestly.

Then, being distracted by my shit-night I forgot that I was suppose to meet a group at school today and now I am probably black listed.

I had another date set up for tonight with someone that seemed really sweet, but as soon as I informed him of my “not-interested-in-sex” status he seemed pretty quick to cancel our evening.

Is it just me or are all men retarded and sex driven? Like can we not just have some fucking drinks and talk without you wanting me to suck your cock? Let’s face it, I’m a huge whore and I probably will suck your cock eventually, but why does it have to occur on the first fucking date?

To make things worse, my boss is being a giant cock-muncher. Basically he is saying that we are understaffed and that he doesn’t know if I can have a weekend off in March which is when Nichole was suppose to visit. It is so fucking frusterating… he always gives me weekends off when I fucking ask. So I guess we’re looking at April now. I’m just going to have Nichole pick a date and book it off and then I will inform my boss that a month’s notice is adequate and he needs to fucking well find someone to cover for me!!!!!!

Anyway, I’m off to watch 9-fucking-hours of lecture before my mid-term on Saturday. My life is a fucking mess.