To Bitch, Or Not To Bitch

The sun is out for the first time this week. Must be good news. Or the spiffy music I am listening to. I kinda like Ben Kweller.

What does it really mean to be a bitch now a days. I call myself one, but I beleive my definition is a bit skewed. It used to mean evil, or bitter, or angry and mean, just plain awful. Really, any girl with a mind of her own is called a bitch. I hang out with dudes, I dont like girlie stuff, I tell people when they suck or are being mean, and sometimes that is labled as being a bitch, but never by men I might add.

My back has been itching lately.

Almost every night this week I have had a nightmare. I really have an overactive imagination.

If you need a book to read you should read the Housewrights by Art Corriveau

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0142002097/qid=1130541141/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/102-0427158-9589733?v=glance&s=books&n=507846

Its the sexiest book I have ever read, ever. SEXY!

That is all.