When my ex tried to scare me out of testifying against him , I told the
judge.
When my father told me that to live under his roof I had to live
by his rules, I moved into my car.
When the jerkoff at the bar stuck
his pool cue between my legs every freakin time I bent over to take a
shot, I broke three of his teeth off for him and then whupped his ass
next tournament.
The forty-year-old married friend of the family that
continuously hit on me from age 13 to 19 was mysteriously dumped and
divorced after I met his wife in the grocery store one day.
I won't go
into any other scenarios, but I believe I am truly a Heartless Bitch
because I learned a long time ago, if you are pretty, you will be hit on
by every distortion of a human male out there and the best way to stop
it is not to just go home, but to tell them that my simian friends have
a better chance of getting in my pants than they do.
I know that if I
want to have anything for myself I have to get it for myself.
I know
that being smart and mean will get me where I want to go a lot, faster
than being cute and dumb and waiting for someone to bring it to me. And
I know that most people I ever encounter, or even befriend will turn
out to be enormous stinky cesspools of festering humanity, but somewhere
there are people who are like me.
I think I have rambled , gloated and
bragged enough, probably not enough to redeem myself for lack of email
account, but if you have read this far that's a good sign eh?
In closing, I would like to say, I can do anything, from fixing a car to
schooling myself, and all the people I have ever met that have told me I
can't, can all just suck my farts.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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