ew. Deb's disgusting.
Hey, I'm not the one who slithered through crawlspaces and kidnapped people to steal their livers. Blame Chris Carter, yo.
Bitter's good.
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ew. Deb's disgusting.
Hey, I'm not the one who slithered through crawlspaces and kidnapped people to steal their livers. Blame Chris Carter, yo.
Bitter's good.
I do. Mostly for stealing a day of my life over that "movie". Talk about bitter.
So....bitters? I mean, bitter?
I'm freaked about writing this one, lest the Dark Side completely claim its own.(And without that raised-hand choking power I coveted so very much...damn it.)
Give in to the Dark Side, erika...
I seem to have pratfallen into the damn thing.
But there will be no place in society for me, except maybe frightening Denis Leary(which ita will be okay with if she gets to distract him.)
See! You have a place! And as a minion of the Dark Side, you can bloody well FORCE a place in society...or just stand outside, pointing, chortling and mocking.
Ten things that might always make me bitter
1. My dumb stepmonster spent more than we see in a year to remodel a kitchen and the bitch can’t cook.
2. That dumb bint on the news whose job it appears to be to go out clubbing and get paid. If people weren’t so narrow-minded, I could do that, and write my own copy too.
3. Florida and Ohio. Because crime makes you stupid
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4. After telling me taking me out would be too “complicated” my current crush fell for somebody with bipolar disorder, a colon complaint, and kidney stones. Sounds simple to me. Not.
5. I’m still into him anyway.
6. All the schmucks that borrowed pens off me in college have Very Good Jobs and I still have to answer “What do you do?” with “um...”(On the plus side, I usually got my pens back.)
7. My first love got over me in six months after acting like he couldn’t live without me.
8. I’m still not Steven Bochco.
9. That whole “God’s Special Spirit” thing. Total booby prize, and a lie on top of it.
10. I stayed in and studied and still wound up fucking indigent. If I come up a crip in another life it’s gonna be all about hallucinogens and “dates” with strangers, since I won’t have a future to ruin.
In no particular order.
Woo hoo! That's GREAT bitter!
Belzer just got a shiver, I'm sure.