Men are Retarded

It's Friday night and I'm at home alone in my pajamas. My lip is killing me from when I chewed a hole in it the other night while sleeping. I haven't been feeling well and I'm a little worried I'm getting sick, but I really think it's just me being nervous and annoyed. I asked Kid A AGAIN about the same stuff as before, and he failed again. Never mind that I specifically asked him two weeks ago to think about it, and he should have been thinking about it a long time before that. I'm tired of it. And he left it by assuring me he would answer my calls, but I told him he should maybe try calling me for a change. And as annoying as it is, I'm going to ask the same question until I get an answer. And right now, I don't have any desire to talk to him and listen to his bullshit hemming and hawing and non-answers.

Why do men suck? Why are they so retarded? Yes, I'm asking you. What is the point of avoiding answers and in so doing, sacrificing a relationship with another person? Are people so expendable? And women in particular? And why is it so fucking hard to even make a small effort?

Because here's the thing: I'm hot, smart, multi-talented, and I don't have any kids. I take care of myself financially. I'm funny and witty and come from a mostly functional family. I have class and taste and have a libido. I'm easy going and honest and loyal and so on. And I'm usually nice. So what about that says don't bother? What part of that isn't worth an effort?

This is why men are so retarded. They'd rather skip ahead to chicks with problems and high-maintenance issues than take easy street with me. Idiots.