You Get Mixed Up With the Wrong Guys.

Since moving to Providence last week, my social life has been nothing but undramatic. The Ultimate White Boy showed up last Wednesday to celebrate my new place, and while I told myself that nothing would happen until I get a serious answer from him about whats going on, 2 hours in I had broken my promise. He had some excuse over the weekend that explained why he didn't call, and ended up texting me a few times asking me to come over and wanting to know when he'll see me again. The Afro Boy also made an appearance, and hung out with my partner in crime and I a few nights ago. I made it a point to let him know what I was thinking and the rapage that had happened a few months ago to which he responded in a genuinely concerned manner.

I think he's coming over tonight, so God knows what's going to happen. I'm trying to avoid getting emotionally wrapped up in anyone right now because with all that's happened I feel like I can't trust any straight guy. At what age does the "I'm just going to dick around" mentality disappear? If I asked myself a year ago that question I would've told myself that the Redneck must've skipped over that hormonal phase, but now I'm more convinced than ever that he was balls-deep in it.

Speaking of liking things balls-deep, there's a certain Saggy Stripper that has been the source of lolz and desire to shank from Ashley and I. I've tried to refrain from bringing up any sort of fattie drama, but this cannot be helped. I don't understand when people unnecessarily run their mouths and talk nothing but shit when they're either:
1) Not involved in the situation
2) Not involved in the situation but know someone who knows someone who was
3) Are disease-ridden twats

And this girl fits in all three options. Maybe all of her shit-talking will prove to be accurate down the line, which I doubt, but for now it's all just a headache. A fattie headache.