Preppy is the New Hipster

I no longer feel like I want to commit suicide. RSK is leaving. Yes, I am pissed that he beat me to it, but I know it is for the best. Although I imagine I will dwell on him for a little while, which is only natural, but eh.
There is one thing that I am stuck on that I wish I could react to, but its too late. He always likes to call himself a big asshole. He is actually a polite asshole, but perhaps I liked his personality trait of his because it allowed my bitchy personality to really come to fruition. I mean as much as I would like to say I am one of those nice sweet girls. I don't really think that is true. I am not that nice or sweet, as I am sure many people will attest to. I don't mind. I like the way I am, it works for me.
So what I think I want now is some dumb guy, I mean really dumb and semi-attractive. Actually I think I would rather be committed to a mental hospital with no alcohol, then share a bed with some mediocre looking moron.