BITCHES/BITCH’S BLOG

I keep seeing girls posting this “how bitchy are you?” quiz on facebook. And although many of you may do it just for the fun of it, and to get to laugh… Everyone of you should be aware that no quiz found on a website or magazine can accurately portray what kind of person you are and the percent of your “bitchiness”. When did personality traits or “bitchiness” become measured in percentage values? Is that the scientific measurement of bitchiness? Anyways, have fun, but don’t think 87% bitchy makes you a “megabitch” or 14% makes you the kindest soul or maybe someone who needs to step up their “bitch factor.”

But if you need validation from a website with no actual idea of who you are and no real measure of bitchiness, here, knock yourself out:

http://www.brainfall.com/quizzes/how-bitchy-are-you/1uq7j1/

I suppose this is a side of myself I was once scared of, scared to reveal, scared to feel, scared to embrace. But I am silly, ridiculous, crazy, strange, weird, whatever you want to call it. It is me, I am it. And it is one of my most favorite things about myself. This picture is just completely unfiltered me. 

I suppose this is a side of myself I was once scared of, scared to reveal, scared to feel, scared to embrace. But I am silly, ridiculous, crazy, strange, weird, whatever you want to call it. It is me, I am it. And it is one of my most favorite things about myself. This picture is just completely unfiltered me. 

I love the gap between my teeth, and I don’t care if you don’t. #smile

I love the gap between my teeth, and I don’t care if you don’t. #smile

Time

I perpetuate this hate onto myself.
Punishment after blame after denial after pain after a cruel cruel burst from some area of the brain I might have remembered from psychology if I ever paid attention.

The 3rd degree, the 5 W’s. Who? Where? What? When? Why?

If I had any self respect I’d plead the fifth. Read myself my Miranda rights. Swear to myself on my own words to tell the whole truth, and nothing but.

I owe myself an explanation. And if I knew enough about the law I’d represent myself. I’ve been the judge of myself, I’ve held my head in contempt. Let the jury be my past. I need a sentence for this time I’ve served.

I need an honest shot. I need to be free of these chains.

1 for each of my God babies. Love you Tommy and Dalila <3

1 for each of my God babies. Love you Tommy and Dalila <3