Let me wax philosophical about my life and how deep and meaningful every single word of this blog is sure to be…
Wait. Fuck that. I’m a pure, unadulterated bitch.
It’s okay, really. I worked really hard to earn the title. I can call myself that. (Let a man call me that and unless they have cat-like reflexes, my foot will make swift contact with their testicles.) Quite simply, when life has handed me a big pile of shit, I have toiled away to make it smell like a fresh spring bouquet. School, work, school, work. And so it goes until I took my fam out of poverty and into the middle class. And I continue to strive to make it better. One day I will reach the top and there will be nowhere left to go from there. But for right now, I wanted it all and I got it: the husband, the 2 all-American kids, the career, the education. I do it all. And it can sometimes suck more than even I ever realized.
I should mention here that I am grateful. I really am. I have a mostly-happy marriage, though my husband can piss me off like no other. I have beautiful and healthy children, though the Big One can drive me crazy. My job is rewarding and pays what I need at the present time. And I do well in school, earning a very Geek-like A average. And one day, I’ll be able to say that higher education is safely behind me. Who can complain?
My inner bitch needs some sort of outlet, and if you are reading this, then you have stumbled upon that outlet. Because life, when one does everything, can become chaotic. Can make you pull your hair out. Can make you die of a friggin’ heart attack before the age of forty.
And so you get to read this. The Chronicles of Bitchypants.
Happy Bitching. Peace Out.