inevitable

[caffeinemusic]

Over the last year or so I have slowly started to realize that I am becoming my mother.

In some cases, this is great! My mom's smart, capable, funny, and introspective. She's also occasionally self-center, chronically late, and sometimes, for lack of a better term, a bitch. So you see we have a dilemma.

Here's hoping for the best!

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[caffeinemusic]

Trust me, it happens. The Bitch simply cannot be suppressed at all times.

If you want to see my bitchy side, you should take up chain smoking, drugs, alcoholism (but consistently deny it), racism, lying, and beating all of your girlfriends. Also, you should raise children to hate themselves at an early age so they end up killing themselves and their classmates, particularly the black and Jewish ones. Not to mention think that homosexuals are idiots who are choosing to go to hell, which is what they deserve anyway for living so disgustingly. While you're at it, watch porn 23 hours a day because the only thing a woman is good for is an erection and a blow job (and a punching bag as stated before).

Somehow, I don't think you will ever experience my inner bitch.

[caffeinemusic]

Well, I guess the best way to get my bitchy side would be take advantage of someone I cared about. Again with the scum of humanity, but still. It happens all the time and people don't always recognize it appropriately; I enjoy recognizing it for what it is and loudly. Usually people will take advantage of someone else and brush it off with, "They deserved it," or, "I had to," or, "It doesn't really matter..." These are all bullshit excuses, but just try telling that to the person who uses them!

Again, I'm preaching to the choir! We all know you're a big friendly teddy bear!

[caffeinemusic]

...and I bet we get bitchy about the exact same things.

[caffeinemusic]

Bravo! Good time to get bitchy. Secretly, there's a part of me that wants to kick the shit out of someone sometime. But it's a very small and unrealistic part because I would most definitely loose, unless perhaps I was so pissed off that the adrenaline just kept pumping