City boys….the kind of guy who prowls the west ends most exclusive venues, pretending to be the guy you need to know! You know the kind…acts like a baller but really moneys super low, pretends to have connections but infact merely knows the odd bouncer or host. Egos sky high and credit rating real low! more bitching after the cut.

Super Bitch‘s identity is kept hidden as a lot of bitches are out to get her.

I can’t stand em…yet these are the wannabe Gucci boys which feel the need to approach me. Now, I have very little patience, infact I have absolutely none at all. I can’t bear to be ignored and I absolutely refuse to not get what I want at all times! Spoilt? No…Special? Undeniably! For this reason I need connections. I don’t queue, I don’t pay and I most certainly don’t arrive before 1am. In fact, I just don’t understand why I should wait, patience is no longer a virtue, but merely a simplified word for procrastination!

Last Thursday I received a phone call from a so called promoter…inviting me down to the Alicia Keys after party at Merah. Obviously I accepted this invitation, only on the terms that it was strictly VIP!

However this “promoter” took this as an invitation to completely smother me for the entirety of the night. The term cock-blocker couldn’t even describe this guy. The little bitch would just appear from no where, whenever I was approached by another guy! I’m sorry your not my man…keep moving. I’m a big girl and can most certainly handle myself. Fact.

Right so this guy was seriously beginning to piss me right off! The little bitch didn’t even offer me a bloody drink for the whole night, there I was severly dehydrated, whilst he was sipping on another man’s champagne. Erm what’s wrong with this picture? Miss Keys made a brief cameo, she left, which was also my que to leave. I had, had just about enough of this guys face and was ready to tell him to fuck right off, when he offered both me and a friend VIP, access all areas to Trey Songz. It was then that I decided that I would attempt to bite my tongue for a couple more days. Bearing in mind that this boy was doing everything that annoys the shit out of me!

I made a swift exit, hoping that the leech wouldn’t ask for a lift home…but of course he did! And of course I said no! I’m sorry do I have mini cab written in the back of my car?! I think not! However you got here is how you need to get home, simple!

Super Bitch. Until next time…