bitch
Yeah, well... I'm a bitch.
It took a long time to get here.
Trampled upon, and bent over backwards to lick assholes for many a year, I finally learned to stand up straight and brush off the dust, and yesterday, I became a bitch. (You may think I already was one, especially after reading the previous entry, but oh no, my friends - the bitch hath only just now arrived.) I was just ATTiTudE to everyone at work - customers, managers, fellow employees. It felt kind of like I was playing the role of like total captain of the cheerleaders who just had a horrifically bad hair day on the most important night of sorority rush ever.
Or the overly angst-ridden goth girl who was forced to dress preppy and thus substituted evil energy for excessive black eye-liner and combat boots.
Eventually, I snappeed, slapped myself on the cheek, looked around shocked, suddenly seeing my surroundings and becoming aware of my own skin.
The dream/nightmare ended.
"Woh. Holy fucking wow!" I walked up to the upper level of the restaurant, poised behind the banister and announced "Excuse me! I recently discovered that I'm a bitch. I am sooo sorry to anyone I offended, pissed off and generally threw negative energy and glances towards. On that note, fuck off and have a nice day."
There were not very many patrons present at the time.
Happy Fourth of July
It took a long time to get here.
Trampled upon, and bent over backwards to lick assholes for many a year, I finally learned to stand up straight and brush off the dust, and yesterday, I became a bitch. (You may think I already was one, especially after reading the previous entry, but oh no, my friends - the bitch hath only just now arrived.) I was just ATTiTudE to everyone at work - customers, managers, fellow employees. It felt kind of like I was playing the role of like total captain of the cheerleaders who just had a horrifically bad hair day on the most important night of sorority rush ever.
Or the overly angst-ridden goth girl who was forced to dress preppy and thus substituted evil energy for excessive black eye-liner and combat boots.
Eventually, I snappeed, slapped myself on the cheek, looked around shocked, suddenly seeing my surroundings and becoming aware of my own skin.
The dream/nightmare ended.
"Woh. Holy fucking wow!" I walked up to the upper level of the restaurant, poised behind the banister and announced "Excuse me! I recently discovered that I'm a bitch. I am sooo sorry to anyone I offended, pissed off and generally threw negative energy and glances towards. On that note, fuck off and have a nice day."
There were not very many patrons present at the time.
Happy Fourth of July
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