Okay, maybe it's just the lack of sleep this week for me, or it's the shitty, whirlwind riddled with countless instances of bad luck but seriously this one guy my friend keeps stringing along is trying my fucking patience.
Like...what I get out of it is that he's fucking clingy. For some God-for-saken reason this truly just sparked a burst of ire within me. And later on I'll probably realize it was probably an infinite number of things gone wrong (that are continuing to go wrong.) Each one fucking catalyzes another. 
Will I be less stressed when it's all over? Certainly. But still...then I have to deal with the tedium that descends one into madness, which is summer in a nutshell, but the fact that I'm starting a new job is incredibly exciting. Fresh start. Turning over a new leaf. All that nonsense! And this country club is not intense whatsoever with their fucking pool policies like that goddamn park district I worked for...public pool. 'Nuff said.
So perhaps it will be eventful after all. 
Anyway this boy toy of my friend's is fucking getting on my nerves. I introduced myself to him when I was drunk at one point then I was like "I like you, you're nice!" or something wretchedly articulate like that.
And then after that, even when inebriated I got a highly potent creeper vibe from him---his undertone was basically: I need to get into her pants. My friend's, not mine. He actually blatantly implied she should take her clothes off. 
I mean seriously? Fucking scuzzball. 
I love when guys are so evidently creepy and can totally get away with it and if girls slip even ONCE (like I have in the past) they will get entirely penalized and diced into a trillion little pieces.
Anyway, he is not the fucking cat's pajamas. She totally doesn't get the whole chicks before dicks ubiquitous philosophy. Let me just put it that way. And before I get any bitchier I'm gonna stop, take a nap and come back later.