Im selfish, impatient & a little insecure.I make mistakes.I am out of control & at times hard to handle, but if you can't handle me at my worst...Then you sure as hell, don't deserve me at my best!
BITCHOLOGY
Being a Bitch means....
I stand up for myself and my belief's,
I stand up for those I love,
I speak my mind, think my own thoughts
or do things my way,
I won't compromise whats in my heart,
I live my life MY way,
I won't allow anyone to step on me,
I refuse to tolerate injustice,
It means I have the courage & strength to allow myself to be me,
So try to stomp on me, douse my inner flame,
Squash every ounce of beauty I hold within,
You won't succeed,
And if that makes me a Bitch, so be it,
I embrace the title and I'm proud to be a Bitch!
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WELCOME TO MY STRANGE WORLD,,LADY LUCK'S HOUSE OF DOOM!
A kid comes home from school and says to his mom, "Mom I've got a problem."
She says "Tell me." He tells her that the boys at school are using 2 words he doesn't understand. She asks him what they are.
He says "well, pussy and bitch".
She says "Oh That's no big deal, pussy is a cat like our little Mittens, and bitch is a female dog like our Sandy."
He thanks her and goes to visit dad in the workshop in the basement. He says to his dad, "Dad the boys at school are using words I don't know, and I asked mom and I don't think she told me the exact meaning.
Dad says "Son, I told you never to go to mom with these matters, she cant handle them. What are the words?"
He tells him...pussy and bitch.
Dad says "OK" and pulls a Playboy down from the shelf, takes a marker and circles the pubic area of the centerfold and says, "son, everything inside this circle, is pussy."
"OK dad, so what's a bitch?"
"Son" he says, "everything outside that circle."
NOW THIS IS SO BLOODY WICKED FINALLY FINDING YA HERE CUZ..
NOW STRANGE BETTER WATCH OUT...ROTFFL
I TERRORISE THEM ENUF NOW ROTFFL
NOW I HAVE MORE REASON TO COME IN...
DARK BLOODY KISSES N HUGZ
At 9:45am on September 20, 2009, chris smith said…
Old but classic poem
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee do go
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!
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She says "Tell me." He tells her that the boys at school are using 2 words he doesn't understand. She asks him what they are.
He says "well, pussy and bitch".
She says "Oh That's no big deal, pussy is a cat like our little Mittens, and bitch is a female dog like our Sandy."
He thanks her and goes to visit dad in the workshop in the basement. He says to his dad, "Dad the boys at school are using words I don't know, and I asked mom and I don't think she told me the exact meaning.
Dad says "Son, I told you never to go to mom with these matters, she cant handle them. What are the words?"
He tells him...pussy and bitch.
Dad says "OK" and pulls a Playboy down from the shelf, takes a marker and circles the pubic area of the centerfold and says, "son, everything inside this circle, is pussy."
"OK dad, so what's a bitch?"
"Son" he says, "everything outside that circle."

NOW THIS IS SO BLOODY WICKED FINALLY FINDING YA HERE CUZ..NOW STRANGE BETTER WATCH OUT...ROTFFL
I TERRORISE THEM ENUF NOW ROTFFL
NOW I HAVE MORE REASON TO COME IN...
DARK BLOODY KISSES N HUGZ
My sleep is unreal
my dream is my life
embedded in illusions
searching for the answer...
to understand my life
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee do go
Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppies or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke. Why swellst thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die!
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