I want to be a bitch.I want to be bitchier than the bithchiest person I’ve ever known.
”You’re no good and I’ll be dammed if I’m not glad about it!It just makes me look better.”she shouted in the middle of the street right at me.Her looks aren’t anywhere near perfect.No blond hair, no skinny body, no perfect legs.
She likes shaking her butt.She waves her pinkish hair while all men on the street watch her do it.Her boyfriend is ”gorgeous and plays football”.Fun is at the top of her busy agenda and trouble is the secondary effect.
Damn, that girl knows how to live!Many people hate her because she always says true, shameful things. We didn’t stand being in the same room until one day, when I asked her:”Why are you such a bitch?”
”You say I’m a bitch like it’s a bad thing!”
”Ain’t it?”
”A bitch is a babe in control of her life.”
The decision was made.So,I became a bitch.
