I am a Heartless Bitch. That is the REASON why -
- I absolutely loathe (with all of my venomous heart) pregnancy test
commercials. Go to a Gynecologist, you idiots! - And does America really
care if Mike and Sue (who are not actors!) are having a baby? Fuck no!
- I also hate those lame television documentaries about "Fairy Tale Weddings."
- I fantasize about trampling Martha Stewart's herb-garden.
- I can't stand men who never learn that the sun doesn't shine from their pants.
- I get angry with the women who convince themselves that they desire these "sunshine pants" men. Ladies - you don't need two assholes!
- I hate anyone who tries to force his or her values (or lack thereof) on me or anyone else.
That is not my excuse for anything.
People use "excuses" when they just want to save their lame ass from
their own mistakes because they fucked up, or they use excuses because
they're afraid of the disrespectful tyrant that demands an excuse.
I don't give excuses - If I even feel like talking back to you, I'll
give you a reason for my actions - never an excuse.
Excuse: (v.) - to pardon; forgive. To overlook; condone. To justify. To release, as from an obligation. To apologize. An explanation to elicit pardon.
Bullshit! That's for weak people. That's for all the oh-so-submissive-tender-hearted-timid females I've met.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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