Casey
I don't care for bullshit from men, women, or children. And I
tell them so. Loudly.
I'm also classified as "gifted". I'm not afraid to say what I think -
why would I be? That sort of mindset makes no sense to me. If I'm
true to myself, nothing can hurt me, anyway. And I've got far more friends
than enemies. Surprise. People like backbones.
I'm practically the only person I know who sticks up for people getting
bullied. That pisses me off. I know I'm an exemplary human
being. I wish there were more of me, and less of the dumbasses who stand
around giggling while their "friends" beat other people up.
I've been known to tell people things about themselves. Like, "You
have atrocious table manners". And, "You smell disgusting". Hey, I
don't embarrass people with it, I just tell them. I hate it when I've got
like, say, my underwear showing, and no one points it out; I'm not going to let
other people embarrass themselves for my entertainment. Because that shit
doesn't entertain me. It makes me feel awful. Go figure.
Another thing: God, do I hate the music that yuppies listen to.
It sucks. Lyrics are supposed to be coherent and tell a story.
Also, what the hell is with pre-distressed jeans? I buy new clothes
because I DON'T want to have holes all over my ass. For one thing, it's a
waste of money. It's also pretty damn drafty.
Yeah. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I agree with HBI
totally. I'm pretty Heartless. And I'm a Bitch. Makes sense
that I'd feel at home with Heartless Bitches.
Country: United States of America
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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