Grace
Man, this is difficult because I have so many reasons why I am a Heartless Bitch. For one, I didn't even know this site existed until a dude I am doing sent me this link, and before I finished reading the first page I told him I didn't want anyone to mistaken my Bitchiness for bitterness, and you acknowledged that at the bottom of the friggin' page!
People feel the need to tell me things, like, really personal things such as when they're bleeding out of their cooches. Ew, that's gross. Yes, I'm a chick and perhaps you think I can empathize and what not but, no, no I really don't feel the need to know why you're particularly emotional today! Oh, and why do you think I'm interested in your new versace/gucchi/ *insert another stupidly ridiculously expensive brand name here* hand bag and or clutch. What the hell is a clutch anyway? Oh, so it matches your new dress. Go die! Go away and save your money on more important things like a book. Go read a book on how to be less stupid and less annoying.
Oh yeah... another reason this site was made for me. I'm a chef and a lot of shit goes on in the kitchen like, secret affairs and what not. I don't know what it is but people like to confide in me and tell me things no one should know! Why would they do this? I am in the process of writing a book about the culinary industry and, yes, every story, every almost illegal scenario, is going to be mentioned in this very entertaining book! You should buy it when I'm done.
Country: Canada
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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