I am polite and tactful by day (I'm a receptionist), but make my boundaries known (I ride a sport bike, I carry a knife at all times). Anyone that steps into my territory discovers that I am a cruel, cold, calculating Bitch that does not recognize pain or mercy.

As a general rule, I'm a Heartless Bitch to anyone that tries to steal what I've worked so hard for. A while back, young blonde gal sauntered up to my girlie, gushy and giggling for the better part of 10 minutes. As of late, I've managed to make her run crying from the room more than once.

I've been quite the Heartless Bitch in the past. I split from my parents when I was 15, and to make the break I called mum from my cell-I told her I wasn't coming home and that I was joining the circus. She laughed, asked if I was kidding. I said yeah, I was kidding- I wasn't joining the circus. But I wasn't coming home. I then broke the phone and chucked it out the window driving down the freeway.

I'm often amused at the looks of disbelief of the people around me when I get angry. Ya know, just generally pissed off. I can silently cut crowds. I've only really gotten angry twice, tho- to the point of blood-curdling woman-in-labor shrieks. Once at my mechanic, for trying to screw me over. Once at this dumb Bitch in an SUV who wouldn't make the damn left turn.

Country: United States

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