Dana
I refuse to give out reassuring smiles, pats on the back, and
'sitcomishly' trite advice to lame little crybaby assholes who are too
narcissistic to realize that:
1) They are not the only people in the world with problems
2) I am not even remotely concerned with their happiness and comfort
because I am not their mother. (If they are looking for her, she is the stupid
Bitch who had such low self-esteem that she let some guy play "just the tip"
long enough to get her knocked up with a baby that she just wasn't emotionally
mature enough to raise with any semblance of a personality or sense of
responsibility for their own actions.)
3) Their problems are their own goddamn fault 99.9% of the time and if they
really want to impress me with problems that they have made for themselves,
well, they'd better start taking their own fucking head off with a hacksaw
because it's just never all that original. (I can go on like this all
day.)
I am a Heartless Bitch because:
.. I don't enjoy things just because I have been told I should. Hearts
aren't that exciting, and neither are hearts stitched onto
things. I guess that makes me a fucking dyke, too, because dislike hearts =
own strap-on.
.. I don't get hot and horny when fat, desperate-looking, balding men say
vulgar things to me. I don't know why, I just don't feel all that flattered,
honey. Dislike fat dirty men = own strap-on. No, really. It's true because they
invariably tell you that you are a dyke.
.. I sometimes like to mess around with other women, and no you can't
watch. And no, I'm not doing it to impress you. Sorry, now run along you're
ruining the mood. Enjoy messing with other girls = DYKE. Christ, don't tell my
boyfriend. Actually, tell him. He's way into women's rights and equality. I
guess you would probably call him a faggot, but he just doesn't like men very
much. I guess I'll stop at that, for now. :)
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