Bitch

I'm a bitch. I love to bitch. I'm good at being a bitch and bitching. So shoot me. What's wrong with having a little fun, huh? Besides, there's far worse. Point being, I can't deal with unnecessary moralistic bullshit. I'll allow my conscience to preach to me, thank you very much. Sheesh. Bad enough that I have to deal with my own morals and guilt. Why is my life so complicated? Actually, the question is, why do I make my life so complicated. Divine intervention, hello? Signs from the universe? Something?