Preppy is the New Hipster

So after a good long week of feeling sorry for myself. I capped it all off with a boozey afternoon-turn-evening and then came home and passive-aggressively tried to pick a fight with Tweaks. It wasn't nice of me at all. Oh well, its a new day, its gray outside, and I just found a whole bunch of jobs i want to apply for.

Yesterday afternoon was quite fun. Went to a law society rugby match. Basically I think I now know the sensation of how guys feel at strip clubs, except that I wanted about six of them to be my boyfriends. I did have a proud moment yesterday in my cheap red wine-induced haze. One-I was able to pick a sleezey guy from across the field. I spotted this kind of hot guy in a pink shirt with a near forest hanging out of his shirt. He was hot, after consultation with his co-worker I found out that he was the firm sloot. Clearly, I have a preference for guys that dont treat women well, and I can spot it from afar.

Also is acerbic in anyway endearing? I was called it twice last week, by two different people.