Epiphany

After a couple of strangely emotional days, it hit me earlier. Why am I waiting around to see what this guy will do next? I'm 25, live in L.A., and I'm fucking stunning. What the hell am I doing wasting time on a guy who can't tell water's wet? Maybe he'll come around, and maybe he won't. Meanwhile I should be having sex with Greek men from Greece. I should be spending time with really, really, ridiculously good looking men. Men so hot that you can barely look at them, because their hotness radiates like the sun. If this guy wakes up, I'll figure out what to do with him then, but no more waiting. I like him, but I need to make sure I'm not sitting and wasting time. It's like how fuckin' thick do you have to be to keep ME waiting? I'm not sure I wanna deal with a guy that dumb. So I am gonna have fun, flirt, and be a girl. This will be interesting!