I get called a bitch a lot. It's true, but hey, I never get called stupid, ignorant, fat or ugly.
I'm sorry I forgot to type the "lol" at the end and you thought I was being a bitch.
Your body is a temple I'd like to penetrate deeper than a migraine.
I now propose a farewell toast to the last respectable fuck I give.
Well, I'll be filing that under "Couldn't give less of a fuck".
On My Facebook: If you want a book devoted to YOUR interests, go to the library.
I'm sorry I asked if this was some sort of joke.
I'm sorry I can tell the difference between genuine concern and you being a nosey bitch.
If "slutty" was the look you were going for, you nailed it. (Then I'm sure everyone nailed you.).
First, my daughter. Now, my friend.
I do hate Canadians, but I officially hate Americans most.
I'm sorry my efforts to keep things simple complicated things.
All your food is organic, you're better, blah blah blah.
Best friends forever, or as long as you're of use to me.
Is it too much to ask for a friend with my exact level of personal dysfunction?
I'm sorry you can't see the clear line I've drawn between my Facebook content and my real life.
I love to complain about my terrible internet connection that I am stealing from my neighbor.
