Talk Trash

Life’s full of shit, yet I’m happy. No, this isn’t ‘bout me whining about how unfair life is. It’s also not about me trying to figure out a way on how to find Mr. Right. This is just about shit, pure and natural shit.

Sometimes, I find myself totally exhausted after one damn day of doing crap and talking trash. Yes, I’m still the goody-two-shoes girl that everyone has grown to admire and love. In fact, I’m still the same old boring me trying to find my way in this highway full of pathetic losers imitating everyone and performing in this one helluva movie. I refuse to be a part of this fairytale, I refuse to give in, I refuse to bow in such nonsense crap. I AM ME, no pretentions and no limitatations. I know my responsibilities, I know my priorities. But once in a while, I find myself doing stupid and out-of-this-world things.

My life has been monotonous, stuck in this monochromatic television where other people have the power to change channels. My life is another program in this world full of assholes and bitches that are so damn hard to please. Now, I crawl in one corner, looking for the bitchy side of me. Getting in touch with my “evil side” is quite enlightening. Yes, I do date, A LOT. But what I cant understand is the fact that people won’t understand me. Believe this, I am not a SLUT. Not now, not ever. I would never sleep around even if it’s what the world dictates. I love myself and I love my life. I don’t kiss guys, I don’t get fucked up. And I think it’s cool.

That’s what makes me different. I’m a virgin bitch in this world of horny, fucking assholes who just can’t wait but feel the deepest side of my flesh. I don’t wanna join the bandwagon of whores and sluts. Kiss my ass!!! I am a woman. I am a bitch. I can be one helluva lover, I can even make you itch. But then again in the end this is still me. The simple girl, talking trash and stuck in crazy me.