Donna
I'm a Heartless Bitch because I am who I am and I don't change that for anyone.
I don't waste time with phony niceties and you'll never hear an insincere compliment come out of my mouth. You may also expect to hear the truth, unedited, when it is required. I don't give a damn if you're a bum off the street or Queen Victoria herself, if you drag me and my opinions into it, you're going to hear *my* opinions. If it's bullshit spewing from your mouth, I'm going to tell you it's bullshit. And really, calling me a stupid cunt for saying something you can't find a logical argument for doesn't really do anything other than make you look like a stupid dick and/or cunt yourself.
Another Heartless Bitch quality of mine is my intolerance for "Mrs. His-Full-Name" women. My God, I positively want to puke when I find myself amongst them. "MY husband does blah-blah" "MY husband did yada-yada" "Oh, well, MY husband is going to blah-blah, yada-yada AND rat-a-tat-tat-tat!" Yeah, but what do YOU do, you stupid, brainless, twit? It's not that I knock stay-at-home-moms either, I did it myself until the two little hellions went off to school. But I still had a life, for pete's sake! Chances are, with the business I'm in, and the small town I live in, I already know your husband. But I might like to know you. Hello? Is there a "Ms. This-Is-MY-Name" in there somewhere? If not, please move directly out of my range of sight and sound. If you continue this mindless-type drivel in my presence, do not be surprised to find yourself shredded to tiny pieces with the tongue I keep sharpened just for occasions like this. I warn you, I have been known to scatter a group of PTO moms in seconds at the mere sound of my boots tapping along the aisle of the school cafeteria.
Well, I could go on and on about the qualities I think make me a Heartless Bitch, but why not save some of the good stuff for later, right?
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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